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walking she folds with an objective smile sticking hoping they would stop her hips are peepholes climbing without reason smokeless skies a clear day sheltered in our terrain torn asunder with an abstract rejection of chemistry
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 1:43 PM UTC
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walking she folds with an objective smile sticking hoping they would stop her hips are peepholes climbing without reason smokeless skies a clear day sheltered in our terrain torn asunder with an abstract rejection of chemistry
connor-reid
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 1:43 PM UTC
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