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haunting frights slur, convincing a tired, throbbing spine to stumble away from memories lost in the unforgiving happy hours of continuous, cheap brown lager. young, blonde pigtails tap weary broad shoulders and mumble under bubble-gum breath: “strong bones won’t do a corpse any **** good.”
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Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 12:01 PM UTC
Alcohol Marrow
haunting frights slur, convincing a tired, throbbing spine to stumble away from memories lost in the unforgiving happy hours of continuous, cheap brown lager. young, blonde pigtails tap weary broad shoulders and mumble under bubble-gum breath: “strong bones won’t do a corpse any **** good.”
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Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 12:01 PM UTC
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