brownest ofA Poem by Ashley Hit lay susceptible now, two times more than the beginning of time in the same town hall you wrapped yourself around always and only under the table and with each loosening i tighten ill keep the first in the softest of square inches in a quarter family village of glass stuck in the gums of carnal cammels wasting water will make for the longest of summers
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