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Chowder

Shay play chowder me, a miracle of motion still a movin’ Just a waste masks the Master of all design Walk we upright in the deficit of night Depth of darkness not repeated in the generations of beings Bent a willing root dimension three Welcome gnashing, it’s only me Pass me by again today, no message to receive Partition-on my friend to survive sureality

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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