привет Olim carissima puellae rosas I gave you my dreams de tout mon coeur and you divrorono. Idk if u furgot 2 call wen, your pulchre Russian spoon was too big for your hands and you had to make due, while the food pour bébés goo of dreams obscured the painted bailarines in traditional dress and the shock of it all te caedere. Ooo oo oops. I claim a clause of accidental action – ad nauseam sub poena de l'excès douceur avec un bon bon and unstoppably bad grammar and unseemly mash-ups and all other things in one. Because I am no longer a girl in a squishy body that can't dance like it used to я перевода. I am borderless.
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