a rising pitch an ankle shackle. if i could. your head read ability & the shhh, take back i take it back, still can. move. & hold in. & let. a thinking back to. face erase at sea bottom you. & cello in exhaust able meta for, yeah. a nostalgia plus a yeah an ugly fuck, i. *
same clothes wake up with and take off how, there's an. Aaien strip of. black. a girly song of a strip of black, do you always. make pretend, you make pretend you know. that you are a girl but the clip on bowtie. useful to my neck hole with. personae. &. a mouth rag. & and a bottle wick. & a candlesnuffer do it. Done me.
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