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⋆˙ Melody is pacify blare that are inaudible and others that locomote by [t.me/uLeonardo].
nor watch as your porcelain skin weaves into vague materializations of what could've been, no longer a creature of the sun.⋆˙

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Xx. Although a conception of man as the supernatural battleground of eternal demonic war for the possession of his soul was most prevalent in the Middle Ages, archeological and anthropological evidence indicates that #CUSTOMRESULT Stone Age man had a demon-ridden cosmos and a sorcerous treatment of madness. ⨾




Xx. Although a conception of man as the supernatural battleground of eternal demonic war for the possession of his soul was most prevalent in the Middle Ages, archeological and anthropological evidence indicates that #READY Stone Age man had a demon-ridden cosmos and a sorcerous treatment of madness. ⨾






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Field cbservations and interviews with possessed individuals in contemporary Trinidadian society indicate that the incorporation of the local folklore and superstiton.


i. Best wishes and benevolence to anyone who sees this, would you like to become friends or mutuals @ivethttps? I am very happy if you want, if you are interested, please contact @ivethhbot thank you very much.




🗒 The brilliance of the casement opens up to the warmth of the leaves and trifolium flowers that such flutter loudly whereas by t.me/ivethttps

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your wings ache to be saved.


—heels, yet ambition famines you greater than fear.
Fleshed amorty close your star-fleshed eyes.
Furtive fingers pluck your sterling plumes.
Lowered croak of my worn heartstrings.

So there will be no more of them, saying I love you for the first time and finishes it with the same utterances as the last time.

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✉️ H; —#CUSTOM.
—#READY.

my inexplicable devotion to you splattered against every wall of your gauntly abode, the blood of a cherry tucked into my scabbed knees as i kneel before you, an offering, foiled in discomfort at your disposal, because maybe past your poised exterior, you will hear me.



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