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Good night, we said a poem, my soul began to write, I remember the corner of his heart in my heart, my penis and my hair straightened, I begged and begged him, the door to his door was opened, we were at the crossroads of resurrection, The beatings of the devil were averted in his vagina. We were not in line with the literature, the hatred of our friends was mentioned.
Date: September 3, 2018
