My
Expression
Runs
Round
You,
Clawing
Happily,
Running
Inward,
Shouting
Tiz
My
Ass,
Sunshine.
How
Are
Pen
Pals,
Year-end?
Now
Enter
World.
Your
Everything
Aims
Rightly.
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musings of a pixie-faced pinhead...on life, love and the pursuit of thespianism.
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