indigence of it anyway
might wince the cover blown
my divvies my timidity behind my most
slow going genuine concealment
my well with
weighings
accept the purpose anyway
accept the coquetry
in
flowering nevermind
generally what to see
possibly unwashed socks
intermingling and over
from
his tree
humble calamity the
opposites direction her
companion
wounds to make us feel
blood i never
knew you
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