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  1. Arnron

    Poetry

    The rain to the wind said, You push and I'll pelt.' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged--though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.
  2. Arnron

    Poetry

    Remember those walls I built? Well, baby they’re tumbling down and they didn’t even put up a fight, they didn’t even make a sound
  3. Arnron

    A masurbating Night????

    Skype or kik?
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