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23, Black, queer, yup
My sisters are screaming! Finally, a dance I was once used too Rusty in all things, Like these dishes I’m sure no one has touched
By Jay,when I write3 years ago in Families
Whenever I am here, I know the birds are singing for me I know my bed will welcome my outline A state of mind within another
A bull sat atop a hill staring down at a group of villagers in the town below. A man with a dark blue hat, and light blue overalls over a white shirt, looked up at the bull. He held a gun that was slung across his chest.
By Jay,when I write3 years ago in Fiction