33. 33.33..33. stems. they bring nothing good anymore. pulls. on. the . neck. 33. 33.33.33. brims. lusty love. worn out love… .. i’m stretched… if i had knees.. . i would crawl.. with only parts of me. some day. one day.
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33. 33.33..33. stems. they bring nothing good anymore. pulls. on. the . neck. 33. 33.33.33. brims. lusty love. worn out love… .. i’m stretched… if i had knees.. . i would crawl.. with only parts of me. some day. one day.
