Word Salsa #39

We didn’t make me In an eye Who don’t know him, yet remains among the second man. Suddenly dispersed, &, yes, That you As the ground to do! I’ve learned that drop-dead gorgeous smile!

You don’t look at the high-light show after all that time than a catastrophe.

I’m the screams a golden bones you wanted A father’s embrace, she was the huntress.

I gaze now!


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