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crinkle dust up on lashes frail those mercurial onyx splinters o' your sharp eyes you catch me looking at you from the back of the room you catch me onyour sharp eyes grinning a slutty rictus you cut a sharpness out the air with them green shards
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Dec 12, 2011
Dec 12, 2011 at 5:40 AM UTC
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crinkle dust up on lashes frail those mercurial onyx splinters o' your sharp eyes you catch me looking at you from the back of the room you catch me onyour sharp eyes grinning a slutty rictus you cut a sharpness out the air with them green shards
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Dec 12, 2011
Dec 12, 2011 at 5:40 AM UTC
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