all dressed up:
latest earliest
send words scrawl in cement
diaryland
love:
hopscotch
(k)IF
pellmell
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the drunken singing whispering man of my heart's own caught indiscreetly unrespecting la frontière has been soberly assasinated by the border police of my tête who as if par hasard capture and readwriterecite the literal translation of april's kitestrings pulling softly surely my wouldbe kisses to your eyes
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