I feel strange.
It's always a watered-down penchant for peace.
And I am flown to treason.
Why deal in teeth? They try much and know folk as free.
Be a strong sensible sibling.
Be a friendly hopeful woman.
Many times the Goddess interests herself in love. When she wants a poem I do ask that she love me.
Now treat me as a born person.
I know my mother is loving. I hope she is free. She is strong.
A foil to pissed pest.
Happy Birthday, Mom (80).
Naked I was born and naked will I die.
Maybe you are friendly; I give to you a way to sexualize anger.
Be.
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