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I thought snow were ashes on the leaves
Ashes like cremated old burnt leaves
So old lays white on fresh new leaves
6 hours 47 min ago
October,
I inhale the lovely loud aroma of cinnamon and vanilla.
that brings me comfort.
10 hours 32 min ago
October,
I inhale the lovely loud aroma of cinnamon and vanilla.
that brings me comfort.
10 hours 34 min ago
Bang(point to the crowd), bang( point to the crowd), bang( point to your forehead).
23 hours 1 min ago
but much to my relief, said mandatory inquisition (rather inspection) will take place sixty nine days later (due the math and inform me o
1 day 21 hours ago