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| Death of a Rose | saviouring this mind smog. | 040102 |
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| jezabel |
juices tracing my chin, it is barely fair that ambitious droplets should recieve so little recognition next to the intensity of devouring and suckling and savoring the burst of ripened peachflesh against parched tongue. |
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| the evaporator |
There is vodka, an extra spoonful of sugar, and the pulp of five crushed raspberries in my lemonade, it is four thirty in the A-M, i am buzzing lightly and a very nice Dominican cigar is clouding my living room as i exhale it i lack for only two things at this moment sex and dessert |
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| REAListic optimIST | the juicy bits of a grapefruit have a certain physical onomatopoeia about them, encapsulating bits of bursting sunshine bounty, even if they come from the_sour_dimension, their succulence is no less intense. | 070728 |