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I am all bent out of shape but all skin is. I like the noise others make so later I can clap for our audience not watching. My heart is a nudist with a thing for clothes. I am without weekly allowance. All this change collects only dirt, dust, drop offs and cut hair, I was collapsing, lungs depleted I feel raised without having grown. I am spent.
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Oct 8, 2011
Oct 8, 2011 at 9:14 PM UTC
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I am all bent out of shape but all skin is. I like the noise others make so later I can clap for our audience not watching. My heart is a nudist with a thing for clothes. I am without weekly allowance. All this change collects only dirt, dust, drop offs and cut hair, I was collapsing, lungs depleted I feel raised without having grown. I am spent.
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Oct 8, 2011
Oct 8, 2011 at 9:14 PM UTC
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