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ripe
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dallas
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I am.
Pick me now.
Please. Before I fall a thousand feet to my mad mad death.
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001121
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freakizh
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1) green colored
2) soft and juicy
3) erections and tampax
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010723
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MollyGoLightly
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i could almost hear him thinking:
"ripe. ripe. ripe."
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010723
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paste!
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shower time
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011212
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ClairE
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ooh any longer--
if i touch you you'll fall apart
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011212
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ClairE
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ripe is all red and peach-colored.
Not "peach". Like the red orange yellow of a peach.
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011212
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birdmad
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now rotten
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011213
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chris
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ripe (with decay)
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040206
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kenny wayne shitbird
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blu
eh
see
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051115
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f
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for once, i really don't know what to say, really really really i don't
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deb
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My heart was returned to me
at last
and it can fill its former place again~
It has been vacant for some time now,
though I had assumed
it was not.
Silly me for not checking in
now and again to be sure...
So I inspect this purpled fruit,
and see the bruises that begin to fade
but surprisingly not much damage
otherwise.
He dropped it, I see,
but did not break it entirely...
The old stitches remain,
of course,
but there is no need for new ones.
And so, I dust the empty place,
pull down the cobwebs,
shine it up like new,
and carefully I return
this pulsing thing
to its shelf.
Home, it says.
Welcome back, say I.
Rest, rest.
There will be time
for new adventures
soon enough.
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