for Candace Eritano What matt...

for Candace Eritano
What matters is hales funny for light they came here for and in such a manner permission was given here we take our pleasures deliberate always to know it was the delight idiot don't write that down in the corpse in my clutch for breasts and of the thousand injuries thighs her name's not what matters stay says single in kind song linger the other in the time too late in my voice I am always giving