Grey of Heart
to dart the behind of legulars,to see the empty,to twain a melt,to even empty,i
sweel,cant ya tell i can spell?my dell is veiled in immerse units,theres nothing to
it,just do it.remorse?only for the horse one,of course.
Copyright © Chris Bowen | Year Posted 2006
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