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Hello walls, glad you box me in, always allowing me to be misanthropic where I pretend I'm in the tropics no one can reach me on my imaginary beach Stranded like a ship wrecked castaway a thirsty love starved necromancer, trying to find a magic shop Women are like lengthy sentences always having something loquacious to say followed by a period I have periods too, in the form of tears of blood No companion D. Clare
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Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC
No Companion
Hello walls, glad you box me in, always allowing me to be misanthropic where I pretend I'm in the tropics no one can reach me on my imaginary beach Stranded like a ship wrecked castaway a thirsty love starved necromancer, trying to find a magic shop Women are like lengthy sentences always having something loquacious to say followed by a period I have periods too, in the form of tears of blood No companion D. Clare
Most american women have beaten me up! I love Filipina...
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Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC
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