| *loolaville _poetry | |||||
| if if i was high in a tent with you, i would play with your ears and sing sweetly some song about chance and perfection. |
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| *loolaville _poetry | |||||
| if if i was high in a tent with you, i would play with your ears and sing sweetly some song about chance and perfection. |
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| back |
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