Zendos

Forward thinking, oh no. Harsh words make me tingle through closed doors with open windows. Zendos you said to me, you said to me, Zendos. Hello hunter. You are once again at my door. Why now when things are so fine? Could you not wait the extra 3 days? I miss her. Creaking, cracking, smacking, a rack, all influential monumental racial bars. Let’s fuck, 1,2,3, you fucked it up again.

Zendos

Siam Sam

Mareeba, Australia

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Zendos

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