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Nitip lagi username Antonlaee.xn--6ii bo antonlee Ayhena.xn--6ii bo athena Jzehee.xn--6ii bo jaehee Sungchaw.xn--6ii bo sungchan Ohcion.xn--6ii bo ohsion Junyounag.xn--6ii bo junyoung
🩵 ayo jajan pagy teman-timun 🩵
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Nitip acc rp
🩵 ayo jajan pagy teman-timun 🩵
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Shall i compare thee to a summer’s day? It’s a #Nay, i’d rather be the reason flowers lean in closer. Blue as the morning sky, soft as a sonnet, and twice as dangerous. Exeunt, hair flowing, hearts fumbling ᵕ̈
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Shall i compare thee to a summer’s day? Nay, i’d rather be the reason flowers lean in closer. Blue as the morning sky, soft as a sonnet, and twice as dangerous. Exeunt, hair flowing, hearts fumbling ᵕ̈
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#Today i wandered ‘twixt purple blobs and golden mice, a cap upon my brow, a smirk none could price (??) Söme are born to bloom, some to be Ditto in disguise, and I, sweet fool, did both, with poppies in my eyes :o
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Girls gather, the world gets louder, and honestly? We’re better together.
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Tis the tournament, and i, its devoted maiden, am smitten. I am a Valorant girl, true of aim and fierce of heart, and i do love this tourney more than words may e’er impart. Let spikes be planted, let clutches be won, for i’ll cheer till the final round is done \ö/
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Tis iron in the marrow, root in stone, And I will stand where storms do break, and stay. Thou mayst bring daggers dressed in honeyed words, or smiles that hide the knife behind the teeth. I see thee, serpent in the garden's bloom; Thy sweetest poison findeth no cup here.
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Lace at the collar, thorns in the leather, a rose-flushed cheek and a stormy weather. Sweet as a sonnet, sharp as the quill, she’ll steal your heart and be gentle still.
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