b end c loud
clad with forks
a head wire squeal
after lunch
I was spent my time
eyes swallowed
stops the grease
)your vacant grin(
(a
storm form)
embrace the turdful sock
it's your world cloud
blam came south
~
suit wind ~
my choking leg
utter lies
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