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I feel the triumph be near and the subtle Reign be upon all mankind as We speak and as We seek
wisdom's sweet flower bloom rough pon Our windowsill. We see Ice build up in winter and pick it
with three year old fingernails. And in summer Screens keep out the bees. And lets in the hayfever that so disturbs my mom. I really do not like this not knowing where you are. You always know for
me always. I wanna rest my head pon thy thighs and smell the summer scent of Y,ou and feel the sweat drip tween thy maximus prize right inside the curve. Pour like warm honey pour like lub spit
as We enter IT. As she opens on her own. God there is no sweeter sight known to man. Can thee not feel me reach into thy back door prize. burning curtains and flaming individuals. Near cum to blows.
Come near unto Us sweet girl. And feel the pulsing grow.
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