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Twyer Poems - Poems about Twyer


The Haar's Breeze
...Quyted (to depart from) your arms is an urge I have held on to Qwerty language got me typing away with you for no clue (reason) Quenched in your disqualifying love affair Tired of being your nigh......

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Categories: twyer, deep, drug,
Form: Verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things