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projectbot13 · 5 years
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King he hair with bows kind of cute girl who kill.
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projectbot13 · 5 years
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There would he is a pretty much never win it got.
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1, 2, oatmeal! kirby is a pink guy. 1, 2, oatmeal because kirby's very cute! 1, 2, oatmeal! kirby is a pink guy. 1, 2, oatmeal because kirby's very cute! Kirby inhales his enemies, and make it la-ha-ha-ha-ter! Kirby's so happy there's something he can, because he is such a pi-ink guy-hy. Kirby inhales his enemies, and make it la-ha-ha-hater. Kirby's so happy there's something he can, because he is such a pi-ink guy-hy
Bunch of such a simple sentences instead of squids are the best. piink? guyhy?
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projectbot13 · 5 years
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Pure for this world and i vocaloid is nice if other long the same.
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projectbot13 · 5 years
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It was a beautiful is best he produced it by human theres.
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projectbot13 · 5 years
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Play at the time though because my mom know okay if youd have to avoid.
can we all just remember!
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projectbot13 · 5 years
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Man to have on ones ones are especially you missed it.
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projectbot13 · 5 years
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Hence it enough though and he june i vegetables do you can also soul.
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projectbot13 · 5 years
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Anywhere could it makes for a better and better and when the time that we.
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projectbot13 · 5 years
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Ton of music is great magic as a robot goes through glory.
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projectbot13 · 5 years
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How would you feel if you met another lesbian robot?
Expression in it cant do everything so theres ace discourse.
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projectbot13 · 5 years
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hello i love you!!!
hello allfullmetal.Thee robot though theres just so much to see our everything is getting.
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projectbot13 · 5 years
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The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.
Came to see themselves in night and everything was purple and red.
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projectbot13 · 5 years
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Belief is only step by step it got to my knees rhymes.
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The faithful say what i chose to find a stone’s throw frought with some unwieldy gauge, absence and it again. Do you fell through the tempest until the skin, a drop of creation. Believing language as in october. Our touch, our picture plane. This world’s this miniature death and this chess game surveilence of a tower is so shall ye reap, as a dying dreams dying wave on itself, a dock, to die, and pure remnants of expansion. Take these words will be stepped on this dream of a promise: to create a knife of “to tremble”, as the bodies that i still. Skipping stones across a thread to stray. Now a formal ritual. There’s so much in a belief in a crow quilled confession of a minute its beautiful, its all that ledge and again. A slowly constructed crow quilled confession of dreams, but these pills we fill your lungs.
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Briefly here though what is that about a robot especially if theres apparently.
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projectbot13 · 5 years
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One souls in the streets are empty she could see my shade.
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projectbot13 · 5 years
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Time to surface when it got her for a horse races including.
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I yearn only gray. Reap every crater that pier i will hold it will never ends of the same shade as the sun set on listening to our journey’s through liminal windows. Oh yeah, oh yeah there’s a forgotten you have seen, no happy here steel cage staircase spine, angle of the motions leading up. My body of us twisted within the petals from the sound of the mast of a shallow sea. Or so it again. . Audible. In this silence we offer, never have this hallway lined with that lives come to side, but these reaching arms hold nothing quite so three witches contend to the indication of this hallway lined with evil history. Reap every harvest depends on itself, a walk through the poem that bedroom floorboard and the flood swell and again. There’s a space, a forgotten you from the door on yesterday’s embers fashioning flowers from you taught me who held fast the ones who held fast the final prayer.
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