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Beauty is in an outer boarder, one time escaped wild and left me with a broken shoulder.
I had a new time to photo things and taking photographs in the second with this Instagram
The form was divine, no blinds inside the open, I hid behind the street sign.
And Iâm behind the giant pine, she did yoga every night at about nine.
Itâs nine oâclock, glad he wasnât at tofu, he had to cancel city, start to call his father soaps.
He kind of look like shows, he know the distributors and the chain motels.
Imagine how in winter snows, a one legged king bitch and hoes in the work-out clothes.
Inspiration like abuse, also in the flying crew she never wore shoes.
Thatâs why I brought this new Canon, pack the China beach back up ahead the Gween street.
Shit wasnât rs, very rich realistic, she wore the same sweats.
Or almost sweats, they were turbo green,
I often think to myself if I only had a trampoline.
Damn, she took off her pants, these photographs were our first found romance.
I was only 12, barely broke my shoulder when we fell off these garage shelves.
We were just messing around, I felt my shirt pop when I hit the damn garage ground.
I surely went before her, years later, when she was back in town.
I took photographs of you when you were younger
And now Iâm showing them to you, to you
Iâm showing them to you.
Didnât mean to turn you on.
Peekaboo.