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Tools: Mirror, Fingers, Wish list. Wins: None Pills: Pills: Pills: Pin board notice marks, staple like wrinkles against those pale freckles. I wish you'd know where to go. One day you will be the wind.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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