We have no compass for bereavement. Dow Jones. Daughter. Mother-in-law. Being too nice. Corporal. This is really a prefabricated mystery. None of us. Lesbians from across the continent. I want you to leave tomorrow. It's too early. Sometimes carrying about you and caring about me doesn't mean shit. “Amor Rocinha”. Entirely Collapsed.
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“Amor Rocinha”. https://youtu.be/Nhrnxt0SwV0?si=yIWOIyWrM3neiXpN
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