
jober
Colombia
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Make his fight on the hill in the early day constant chill deep inside shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey on the fight, for they are right, yes, by whos to say? for a hill men would kill, why? they do not know suffered wounds test there their pride men of five, still alive through the raging glow gone insane from the pain that they surely know
bye bye melan you have good pictures
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