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Her stilettos bang like gavels toga swathing her lithe torso she holds the scales high: ashtray and collection plate amalgam blood runs down her thighs as she uses her white cane; a sword that keeps the secret of how she lost her eyes.
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Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 2:30 PM UTC
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Her stilettos bang like gavels toga swathing her lithe torso she holds the scales high: ashtray and collection plate amalgam blood runs down her thighs as she uses her white cane; a sword that keeps the secret of how she lost her eyes.
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Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 2:30 PM UTC
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