The seeded truth be bare, my dear.
Those sub done potterys come quite clear.
Those who see both left and right
And claw
Excive dry bodies for a god to call.
And I can leave your handy.
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The seeded truth be bare, my dear.
Those sub done potterys come quite clear.
Those who see both left and right
And claw
Excive dry bodies for a god to call.
And I can leave your handy.
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