Theme-prison re-opens, it's meet
your petter hour, limited. Turning her over, they say so
I say she can be introductress. Straight blazon:
go-go fire, buzzer-peal. I have a deep not to say
impeditive fondness, aimed at
you love temporarily. She just needs the choice, the proven choice
prerogative, fuck off.
Deep within this
particular cauliflower, nesquonhite. Escape is a point-blank
bore, how better
a definition can you see. Pressed, I will and set
myself to wonder. Moulding
anew the props to our gap, to elate. If they stop, to enjoin refusal
similarly you press these props.
Where
will they go, who will supply the requisite courage, to generate
liberally their custom? You
fail to know, not your kick. She is failing too
fast to her happiness: bent
aerial, greying on error world-over. In technic
parity you too could indict.
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