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Location: 3210–3214 Chapel Hill Rd, Columbia, MO, United States
whoa, She night! she might just crux my rhythm
lots of friends have departed in what you'd call a short time yet I blossom into a child?! sweet child of the grass Enfin, chez soi! At last!
fourteen miles in a day I am the alternative to what sounds (honestly) less boring and what am I? to the Sprite
shucks who am I to mind? I don't, though a few kisses and holding they enliven me
strangely, though no more, necessarily than simply occupying her spaces Being two or three
What the hell is this?
Love, whom I've supposed to know so well would She dare sneak up on me? Whose habits and needs I - of all things - have repeatedly claimed to see
reciprocity? unexpectedly unneeded
for what is evil if not to capture a fairy? it's occurred to me but only cringing
the horn speaks in periphery dancing around the angles of forlorn graces
but not to me not to me.