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  • Baboulenka
    Opinionista
    • 25/01/09
    • 14527

    #7126
    Falsamente indisponente.

    I solemnly swear that i am up to no good...

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    • Sousuke
      Banned
      • 14/12/07
      • 16244

      #7127
      Morbida.

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      • Baboulenka
        Opinionista
        • 25/01/09
        • 14527

        #7128
        Necessario.

        I solemnly swear that i am up to no good...

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        • Sousuke
          Banned
          • 14/12/07
          • 16244

          #7129
          Ammanettata.

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          • Baboulenka
            Opinionista
            • 25/01/09
            • 14527

            #7130
            Bendato.

            I solemnly swear that i am up to no good...

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            • Sousuke
              Banned
              • 14/12/07
              • 16244

              #7131
              Sognatrice.

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              • Baboulenka
                Opinionista
                • 25/01/09
                • 14527

                #7132
                Secondo.

                I solemnly swear that i am up to no good...

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                • Sousuke
                  Banned
                  • 14/12/07
                  • 16244

                  #7133
                  Riduttiva.

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                  • Kyra
                    Disappointed Idealist
                    • 24/10/05
                    • 22455

                    #7134
                    Inconcludente.
                    I'm laying down, eating snow
                    My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
                    On a bed of spider web
                    I think of how to change myself

                    A lot of hope in a one man tent
                    There's no room for innocence
                    So take me home before the storm
                    Velvet mites will keep us warm.

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                    • anonima01

                      #7135
                      Ondulante

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                      • Kyra
                        Disappointed Idealist
                        • 24/10/05
                        • 22455

                        #7136
                        Ritratta.
                        I'm laying down, eating snow
                        My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
                        On a bed of spider web
                        I think of how to change myself

                        A lot of hope in a one man tent
                        There's no room for innocence
                        So take me home before the storm
                        Velvet mites will keep us warm.

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                        • anonima01

                          #7137
                          L' Innominato .

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                          • Kyra
                            Disappointed Idealist
                            • 24/10/05
                            • 22455

                            #7138
                            Altisonante.
                            I'm laying down, eating snow
                            My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
                            On a bed of spider web
                            I think of how to change myself

                            A lot of hope in a one man tent
                            There's no room for innocence
                            So take me home before the storm
                            Velvet mites will keep us warm.

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                            • anonima01

                              #7139
                              Costoso .

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                              • Kyra
                                Disappointed Idealist
                                • 24/10/05
                                • 22455

                                #7140
                                Protestante.
                                I'm laying down, eating snow
                                My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
                                On a bed of spider web
                                I think of how to change myself

                                A lot of hope in a one man tent
                                There's no room for innocence
                                So take me home before the storm
                                Velvet mites will keep us warm.

                                Comment

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