Wehwalt . ’32.7′
‘me lips not fright as nights amplified my bringing liquified quarter
I was up dropping as the trips booze already went like magazine trace
kept filled would get glossy with each inch they just used talking across so cumbers
try not falling numbers
left forgot’
-undRess Béton
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