Up from the 36 chamber she could be Godess of all godess drop dead gorgious, stunningly beautiflu rising like the early mornin star... Droppin sweet claster of pulper rain drop and flame pop blue who would of knew mind blowing you glue fighting your will to over rule... Have seen love at it best ruthless and relentless circulating your blood pumpin in your driving your mind... Feeling like death if you cant have it so beautiful and sweet hard to let go, oh yes this it pulper rain drop, dripping slowly moving closly..... We often see some one so beautiful and scared to speak feelin like and angle you cant get close, yes this is also pulper rain drop the don diva of love so high up above....
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