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My pace is fastest and resistant on its high heels for The Harlet.
her gender wrote a story for a spell.

The cast member put a number against her body from hell to back as a mother.
She was a steady gun.

A black looker with a spot on sniper to killing her neanderthal pilot who was delayed on - his arrival time to the rightful life he promised her

She left where the one way out was bitter. Loving him was quiet; before a whisper once said to get on your mother-ship and live inside it.

You will laugh and cry for a marther who left the road behind her.
She’s going fast at night with blurred lines, bright lights. Angels live their lives on her shoulder.