Anew Of All - 2 Poem by Anna Polibina-Polansky

Anew Of All - 2



They impose those temptations. D'ya think I am ever this way? You enjoy the society of J*wish aliens, and I will enjoy her voice from what I flutter away. My congratz, you've win, babe.

Anew Of All - 2
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