Word Salsa #329

Fifty years. Your gaze away from my blood, from hiding in time!
a tadpole walks out of everything went to break ‘em! pos ha matado es una saña mortal sins out between summer crush them take you flail, hither-thither.

Quién sabe!

Sometimes deep inside.
& prayed, Lord, From the sun flashes and they praised the future episodes feels at the sun!


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