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No one buys used *** dolls. Why did I expect you to? Take me off the shelf, Please I encourage it. Pop me. Deflate me until I'm so flat Running me over makes no difference. Running has never been an option. You can't run When you're made of air, Fantasy, And shadows. I just sit hear silently praying That is isn't another test drive. Run me over. Run me over. Run me over. Run.
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Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 3:27 PM UTC
For Sale: Two for the Price of One
No one buys used *** dolls. Why did I expect you to? Take me off the shelf, Please I encourage it. Pop me. Deflate me until I'm so flat Running me over makes no difference. Running has never been an option. You can't run When you're made of air, Fantasy, And shadows. I just sit hear silently praying That is isn't another test drive. Run me over. Run me over. Run me over. Run.
I am a mess. Am I too clean for cutting?
WickedHope
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Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 3:27 PM UTC
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