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Lookout Tower (Dream #589)

There is certain friend that can trust in this way…

Someone you never want to lose.

One that has a perspective that is unshakable. In the wildest means.

One that is able to spurn a serpent in a pure direction.

For these are only in most private and personal places/

KG is just that.

She shows me what it is like to be free and happy.

I will watch over you friend, all the days of my life.

I haven’t dreamt of her in a while.

She shows me an AB check with 5 Os

She handles the anaconda like a true whisperer.

I am laughing hysterically.

She is right, don’t give your thoughts to just anyone’s

We are enjoying the night

She squishes my face further so my gas goes away.

She is just so gorgeous. And she has those’re! 

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