First DollAllyssa Wolf
eye with aid eyes eyes open our made that way to open we side don't want any real babies here we aiding the eyed-eye as for eye you shod ask as for eye eye would have grown sound even in the rich sick of the earth eye would have grown writhink a crownd cryig what wont exist? a rose of they rod with this I look on you now da spik of light? Is it an anger which turns My fice to yours?
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