Prima pours any lash of if’s for Nathalie to tour a wonder with
On this wit, Pepper’s left laughing at the audacity of soup’s boil that both two are playing with.
The soup? It tastes ‘who’ naughty P can’t help it, so she dragged her deinty’s deer to shoot a sack of menu on her own whim “Let go of that, don’t want to deal with Prima’s past thorned monster anymore, too perfect to be bored and be old, and with that little wooshie to take care of inside of yours Nathy. Unfairfully disloyal, pain hayday of pays, so I make this day, I am the karma of your falls”.
And in there, Nathalie left a duck of chuckle while Prima lends a saddle, eesy peesy~
The ship is ready to dine deep,
up dawn layered seas of me’s
dropped tail version of knight me’s
With sights and signs,
a sigh of light is in a pant of stains,
on your word
On your world,
of your world
A passage from Voice 4: Of change
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