Don't you want to know?
Hasn't it a curiosity to its skin?
A puzzle?
--the extension of why me!?
To compliment my
Why You!?
The marsh of Mars is buried in a cup of smooth (and sugary), while the doctor who relocated to Mexico City to cure goosebumps--G-d bless him--he should be shot.
I'm temperate, but for when it comes to the treasons of skin, the bullring growing from my nose, picture of the valley
Where you.
How!
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