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My Life as Heiress to Your Throne, DarlingStrange times. When I speak of caressing your mantic lungs / I don’t know what I mean, but I know / I would hurl you under proper circumstances.

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May 25, 2010

Sleep-deprived Birdcall (in the year in which the weather cancelled the subcommittee on the weather)I like slandering your makeshift forceps. / I hammer you down with watery *** and then spill / the remainder on the couch. Yarg! A diamond’s

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May 25, 2010

Some Things Jump TogetherFor example: the frogs / find a dinner plate, and an acorn / makes funny gestures from beneath the dirt.

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Jan 11, 2010

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