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dystopian dream filled with wilhelm screams, in his head, perfection is bursting at it's seems. I the adviser, broke a glass over his head, blood all over the handsome head, my knuckles as hard as stonehenge, and we made love?
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Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 5:43 PM UTC
Dream, Night of December 9th, 2013
dystopian dream filled with wilhelm screams, in his head, perfection is bursting at it's seems. I the adviser, broke a glass over his head, blood all over the handsome head, my knuckles as hard as stonehenge, and we made love?
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Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 5:43 PM UTC
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