(It athing) ..That love already has Şiir ...

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i will never tell my sins
in a dose box,
like that red english telephone cell of church on the streets
cos i use that unit
for my love time travels:
if so, this is my violated confessions onli.
if there's this nitro rite in a world, it should be alover's tale

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