Anonymous ID: 1cb578 July 14, 2020, 12:47 a.m. No.9955936   🗄️.is 🔗kun

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-That time of year thou mayst in me behold

When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang

Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,

Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet BIRDS SANG.

In me thou see'st the twilight of such day

As after sunset fadeth in the west,

Which by and by black night doth take away,

Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.

In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire

That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,

As the death-bed whereon it must expire,

Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.

This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,

To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

Anonymous ID: 1cb578 July 14, 2020, 2:05 a.m. No.9956179   🗄️.is 🔗kun

9956172

 

Stu'azz e' homm'e'mmerd ru' spaccimm ro' cazz vulisse erase stu cap e' cazz?

Shot in da head…strunz e'mmerd!!! Chiav’t a lengua ‘ndu cul, chitemmuort e chitestrammuort.

 

Rattus statt'cuort..