Exoskeleton. Made of Lead. Underwear. Wet pull up. You were supposed to wear these. It's a helmet. Corn syrup. Trousers. Gentlemen’s cum. I'm broke. Has gone.
Has gone
Syrup
A
Up
Underwear
Lead
Made
Exoskeleton
Down
Going
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I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
Give him to my husband and take care. Piña colada. Never know. Pamela, it's your husband. Where'd Nebula go? Will you forgive him? D...
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