Mary'$ Jane
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Mary's Jane, how can I ever explain, the ecstasy I feel after her kiss, it's like smoke in my veins, she doesn't let me lose control, but her indica shows instant love to my brain, her sativa elevates me to create, I mean inspires my creative soul, I guess you have to be a true artist to understand.
Mary is caring, she is constantly sharing, never sparing, her love is constantly evolving, with others now accepting her varieties of life, in spite of the devils attacking our throne that they truly never owned and secretly trying to gain her ecstasy, in the privacy of their homes, while forcing us in the light to participate in the same rules, they are false and fake, Mary is real and existed for millenniums, just to continue to evolve, Mary's Jane
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