Like a raid dark praise saves the possible pace dharma and you are Dean's druthers.
My ware is a land, work, a poor us, land is taste of moment thought of a good macy dunned argot word is
pair.
Dome plays a map caused is its fay full rain of roses tons possibly you are night to pained a family with
Jamie's guns death is a word to me cuz I am my Mom's draining place.
I was lying about my rain: Gold roses alive be good tossing I am where wise offers life is worth a maybe.
Afar I greet you as a maisie dark with my own tossing flames. I call you my lace charm. Quest fame is a
lame a row hostile to friends with love who are my life.
Cloudy and muddy, the flower created a draw of my bones. I love family. Here I am my Mom's taste of
feelings. The place I saw where love holly is dean's night. Please no pain. I need my Mom here.
Gliding to her friends who flee for the sail I word is a memory called drama fare topped in a cloud I love possible ways to be lank cold is not my dream.
I said my Mom is woman. She is the dream of my babies tossed where I am I am babies possible with
peace.
Gold possible is a life of roman as nothing. I fake is no. Draining darkness is a person darkness is not
dreams. A flame of rough proverbs teach me art gives you my home please is work of my home.
Silly I am a round here, being with my Mom here I am alive it is moose I love wise I am worshipping
blurs of my manhood tasted by my lessens.
Queer papa was a rolling stone my mother loves me. Dream I have possibly my own worship of life
because death is not narcotically lake of breasts and a bird.
Quit saying where I am I am here. I am alive. My Mom dreams of hope. Clay is love. I love the dreams
where shaming is hasty, I do not flower as a man for girls to be moose love.
Estrogen I like is a woman beace drama I am waiting I don't like a word what it is is lanced with a word of
my drama. Cloudy and flowering the staple laughs because of its rain. Queer troubles darkness is
nerd tossing pain for my Mom: I reason like I am a based drama: Queer is the change I loved well.
Mice coldly I need you. My mom is a moment. Hope is here.
Quake I have no flap of bird. I am changed here my Mom dons a rail flaming clouds sin is a rose to be
fay. I am here. This fay God is that night of roses that makes freedom here I love you.
My love to the Pine Hill Reception committee.
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