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- Sydney Woods
- Jul 11, 2019
- 1 min read
Updated: Jul 11, 2019
I love when
you go to a new country
and you don’t know which
plants are weeds
everything is just
beautiful.
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The Snow is Here
Poutin3
Doused in firey oil. Curdled white matter. Drowned in gooey sticky tarry dark sauce. I'll turn you into shit.
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I wish I knew How you do it How you Smile at me When you hear me Roar I'm not a ferocious beast I'm a Frivolous Young Thing Yet You know...
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