Word Salsa #563

Pero humano a toditita su cabello color them, bringing my apple, Which is Raging Bull & every plant and fearful of their mouths. The night passing up by fears to call - por la cascara de la selva sin igual que!

Raza Unida un castillo mas tranquilamente su frijol! For a rush of our fathers, as a melting time your walking-papers and incisors saliva circling red with mindbodysoul.

Cómo podrá mi surco a bus down between The father was legend.

metalworkers built me to enter, sit, order are Guts aching to sit and Instrumental Japanese, And the chorus now her like such deep in their boots on the afternoon light skids off our prayers wet-mortared of sister/brother-hood.

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