Holy Repression

The sitting rust of home.
To my love I will share a symbol of holy repression.
It was.
It is.
All their souls within one earthing.
Four minutes.
Was that right?
Just four minutes and it was up.
He turns his brows to promote a second border and exclaimed…

I think we can trim a bit off Spain.

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