London sea wails loud as she is loaded with meat
It comes again, louder and louder until the air is wet, my clothes dampened. Jul 24, 1973 - We arrived late and I tried not to moan too much. Full of tastes no tongue can know, and lights no eyes can see. David's head reenters frame, his mouth full of paradoxes. Yes, I drunk me a river since you tore me apart.
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