Word Salsa #2519

In the tracks, get noticed. Las olas vienen a woman used as sacred mark was never held in the life!

We are going out of a coal miner’s windpipe, then in his shop, he finally reached a closer to write words thank you go my mother My next coughing smoke blowin’ out in which care of asking questions, as the kind would think about people say I aspired so well que hay una montaña de fantasias con el susurro del silencio como las hardest movement that seem to become summer drought still there. As though my pain surges across the widow, lasting only way light.


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