Brazilianwaxingkuta Bali

eyes put her hand zmróż
at its core card and bode
and what you see is my master,
Well?,
no longer?

eyes tre, dre card
Creator beware protect me
in spite of these predictions, no longer Brně
hearts of the interior walls of the dust wipe

Drgnij lion's heart and see in them
trembles thy throat, but the hardness bends
crush their anger, knives make
enormity of evil, humility break.

he is coming
roses bloom in the field
winds army renegade souls
many bugs there claws
tear and bone corrosive
przegnitych bone, black,
fat from the earth,
for of age were killed.

moral is short.
Brus dog woke up with a leash
breaking chains
utterly destroying the padlock
writing comes to me with barely
I wanted to catch up with its own tail
rozpierdolił head a shack

So open the door freaked wróbelku
of heath birch voice trembles
when the sound of jaws lock
twang heard glass rozstrzaskanego

guard overnight
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