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by Lesle Lewis
The rain does not cool and is a sticky one to the present and the place. Is it a weakness, yours for narcotics1? The trees levitate2 and become mountains. You stand in the water inside a melancholy3 boulder4. Now you're a flying sandwich. 点击收听单词发音
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