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you're not her
"I never cared for the ones who don't."
A shambled blade made of something not many if one could describe left Dan Lake in need of hospice, as it made his body better prescribed as perforated. his bleed was salty and such.
"and the others who do, well, they wont." spoken Poetry Bittersweet. she was all of 5 feet 4 and a few milligrams past well fit. still a sight for sore eyes and with a way of words spoken or typed she made them hit. the right notes.
with a penchant for kill.
her next reason was always the last ones mistake, do better.
Poetry never rested, though she sat down this one time
and in occasional seasons waited...
A shambled blade made of something not many if one could describe left Dan Lake in need of hospice, as it made his body better prescribed as perforated. his bleed was salty and such.
"and the others who do, well, they wont." spoken Poetry Bittersweet. she was all of 5 feet 4 and a few milligrams past well fit. still a sight for sore eyes and with a way of words spoken or typed she made them hit. the right notes.
with a penchant for kill.
her next reason was always the last ones mistake, do better.
Poetry never rested, though she sat down this one time
and in occasional seasons waited...
