smoking crater

the laughs that hides on the sleeve of gawdy minds. Mind not the holes that is still hidden. Everybody had a good time? Let it run, like water.. Damaging the ears that not yet grown. To captured the still picture of distress, words that sticked to the wall of torsos.. Leaves that bid good sorrow, yellowish, obscene, nudity played on kindergarten garden.. Maddening souls, errupts!

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