more lotion dries as sinecure mounts whole cloth
integers aligned with airy length and wide of cross bow
technicalities
once there was a diamond
once there was a glove
demanding shores revive overt signs of
elopist drain on silver
you are the only person in my world
is this a creed
to stop
wavelengthing
morality becomes ex
peri
mental sentiment
your sure glaze vamps the high road
list the favors I will do for you
alongside cerebellum
when the ivory distalks
I will have membership
in membranes
lofty
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