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| god | under the lotion trees, i motion to you. your tresses,which i muss, and your truss cause quite a fuss. a potion for the few. a long slippery branch, a blast furnace of thunder in the tight cast-iron eyes of your mom. | 030422 |
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| herbal von shafing | regulator of palms, treason shade: like zee german chocolate cake fest except less brutal more fundamental, the kind of design that gets the rottweiler leaping out the stale unventilated region of the heart | 030426 |