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| de l'eau pour tes fleurs imaginees,
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| Claudia

** Vielen danken, KlaudiA, dus't sooo shön, lippen sussen, weiches haut
Ach! so!
en avant camarade:
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valmont, i believed your passion for me died. why this sudden fire again
+?
and with such youthful force. however, it's too late. you won't ignite
my heart anymore.
not once again. never more. i am telling you this not without regret,
valmont.
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Ach, Wanda, es smekt guuut, les liaisons dangereuses.
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And now, Castillian poetry google transleted:
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Violin that cries Words of fatigue
the fatigue of the words
Is necessary to follow
To escape
To animate itself
You animate between the walls the ash tray that speaks
I do not believe in anything is nothing
I resurge
Re the doves the shouts of the doves as if the voices were asphyxiated
cover my
Absent shouts the movements of the body
In silence
In autenticos drowned shouts
Repeated Copied
So little and it does not matter
Is nothing and
I repeat myself that he is not nothing
the cords of the violin and is pretentious

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