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| typhoid |
there is no such thing as a stupid late hour, davy. all late hours a beautiful and bright and shiny glisten. the only time when things really happen |
000204 |
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| shinya onna | Dreamt a millions moons sweeping across the skies. A lotus flower well endowed above her cresent perot doll eyes... | 000822 |
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| TalviFatin | ivory keys, plunk plunk tap tap...turning yellow, brittle, and dry with the music resounding from them. | 011105 |
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| kipper | Her face, her fingers, the small of her back, all. Until, in passion and flushed with blood they become alive.. | 041209 |
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| suicidalchinadoll |
yellowed and cracked the music is still beautiful, but the ivories draw blood from the fingers of those who cannot feel the pain running.. |
041209 |
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| Shinnokxz | white gold son! | 061207 |