burnt by the sunof your mouth, I’m unable to speak or paint you with words — John Geddes
burnt by the sunof your mouth, I’m unable to speak or paint you with words — John Geddes
burnt by the sunof your mouth, I’m unable to speak or paint you with words — John Geddes
burnt by the sunof your mouth, I’m unable to speak or paint you with words — John Geddes
burnt by the sunof your mouth, I’m unable to speak or paint you with words — John Geddes
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burnt by the sunof your mouth, I’m unable to speak or paint you with words

— John Geddes
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