03/18/2021

Camey5000
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My Amber No. 1'3
My Amber No. 1'3
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I LIKE THE Smell TODAY VERY.
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And out into the tallyho. Horns bent crooked. The flask deep in the skirt. Whiskey. Apple. Awl. Animalism. Caramel. Leather paddock. Dog barking. And yet so not green.
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Hunting lust, aura. Lots of animals. Oud like wet dogs. At the edge of the forest the violet, sad and tart and oakmoss crying in the heap.
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Treading on the awl, in labdanum so heavy, amber falls from heavy branches. And the chase comes to an end, gives no more. A straight six zero (6.0) shot.
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After hours, the hunter's blather ignites and the boar disappears into the woods.
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I DON'T LIKE HIM VERY MUCH AFTER ALL.
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I LIKE THE Smell TODAY VERY.
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And out into the tallyho. Horns bent crooked. The flask deep in the skirt. Whiskey. Apple. Awl. Animalism. Caramel. Leather paddock. Dog barking. And yet so not green.
.
Hunting lust, aura. Lots of animals. Oud like wet dogs. At the edge of the forest the violet, sad and tart and oakmoss crying in the heap.
.
Treading on the awl, in labdanum so heavy, amber falls from heavy branches. And the chase comes to an end, gives no more. A straight six zero (6.0) shot.
.
After hours, the hunter's blather ignites and the boar disappears into the woods.
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I DON'T LIKE HIM VERY MUCH AFTER ALL.
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