Word Salsa #264

comes out like a sky. This city where is sky my favorite tune!
Me alego de ser deshacen! Childless, parentless, and refrigerator’s full of hair.

Or physics!

And MUTE You are like this quiet, & so harmless, so you need curanderos cure my people-LA RAZA!- with my closet.

Why doesn’t matter!


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