I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath? — Shannon Lynette
I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath? — Shannon Lynette
I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath? — Shannon Lynette
I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath? — Shannon Lynette
I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath? — Shannon Lynette
I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath? — Shannon Lynette
I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath? — Shannon Lynette
I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath? — Shannon Lynette
I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath? — Shannon Lynette
I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath? — Shannon Lynette
I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath? — Shannon Lynette
I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath? — Shannon Lynette
I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath? — Shannon Lynette
I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath? — Shannon Lynette
I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath? — Shannon Lynette
I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath? — Shannon Lynette
I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath? — Shannon Lynette
I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath? — Shannon Lynette
I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath? — Shannon Lynette
I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath? — Shannon Lynette
I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath? — Shannon Lynette
I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath? — Shannon Lynette
I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath? — Shannon Lynette
I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath? — Shannon Lynette
I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath? — Shannon Lynette
I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath? — Shannon Lynette
I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath? — Shannon Lynette
I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath? — Shannon Lynette
I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath? — Shannon Lynette
I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath? — Shannon Lynette
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I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath?

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