The Temperature’s Movie LifeAmy King
Because my walls aren’t moneyed enough On lost highways, the highways lose us. This punch of luck drives your scavenger mind into mid-template where Marilyn as metaphor is applepie modeled on the grandmothers of invention. They taste as sweet and long-legged as we sit on brown shag carpet.
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