I mixed your love with my faith. I am hungry for blood,guts and chocolate cake. She waved at you with a smile. My soup is white or light. The shape of my love is a rectangle. Your love is low quality. Should I worship Satan? You operated on my soul. That made me upset. I need my daily dose of sad music. I trusted you and you crashed me. You sent me snakes through the mail.
©roselover
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