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| yummychuckle |
is the point that which goldfish watches to be so and clocks eve on post it ashed blonde strange or is it oranges on the photo sheen made of meaningful musings? tell me. |
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| god |
i guess you told us! (really) |
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| werewolf |
the lamp seems and then dazed blue crowns the milk gorged disproval. Is this why the last deep peak experiences a quickening in my eye that soon slows, the way spring glimmers in a raindrop then deflates greenly like respiration. Don't sweat it mother. Open up from winter mother. |
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| $*$laddy buggz$*$ | The whiskey on your breath could make a small boy dizzy;but i hung on like death: such waltzing was not easy. | 031029 |
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| god |
88 from outer space 88 from outer space |
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