One cannot accuse the sky, of playing favourites with the rain On the caliber, of jaywalking March 10, 2023 Leave a Comment Cancel Comment Name* Email* Website
Grace carved a bird, out of the movement between leaves. Wefted and warped, her soft to the selvage. Croft to the cloud. As her finger to beak
Her dress is a daisy chain. Reaction is an endless game. Play is a form, of pleasant pain. Enrapture is the closest, sincere abstain. Anonymity is the purest, silent fame. Total clarity, is a bit insane. True rhythm, is against the
Aerobic Acrylic. Elastic Magnetic. Angelic Erotic. Graphic Noetic. Kinetic Mosaic. Harmonic Exotic. Iconic Genetic. Pacific Meiotic. Organic Eidetic. Oceanic Ascetic. Dynamic Poetic. Amythic Illogic. Atmospheric Orgasmic
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