The movementOf the body isWhere poetryBegins — Clint Catalyst, Cottonmouth Kisses
The movementOf the body isWhere poetryBegins — Clint Catalyst, Cottonmouth Kisses
The movementOf the body isWhere poetryBegins — Clint Catalyst, Cottonmouth Kisses
The movementOf the body isWhere poetryBegins — Clint Catalyst, Cottonmouth Kisses
The movementOf the body isWhere poetryBegins — Clint Catalyst, Cottonmouth Kisses
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The movementOf the body isWhere poetryBegins

— Clint Catalyst, Cottonmouth Kisses
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