Goldaline, my dear.
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- Like so many before you, you can't see, why we kee...
- We're so very precious you & I.
- Can I speak? I'll be your monster when we speak
- stephen got a tattoo :)
- Moving your mouth to pull out all your miracles.
- Soft silly music is meaningful magical
- Chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you...
- Oh comely, it isn't as pretty as you'd like to guess.
- He's only my enemy, I'll crush him with everything...
- Goldaline, my dear.
- In your memory, you're drunk on your autonomy.
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