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A knobby kneed, crooked back, gimp mimic asked me for a smoke today With turmoil of disgust, yet somewhere inside my freight-less morals and empathy filled heart, I felt sad for this creature She discussed her where a bouts of why she was to travel to the next bus terminal She discussed such events that lead her to use crack ******* explaining so tediously how this man and that man were her men charging 30 bucks a ******* of their ***** Along with the fusing bubbles spewing from each corner of her split lip and infection bound mouth, I gathered my thoughts, where as she ***** money..
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Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 12:53 PM UTC
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A knobby kneed, crooked back, gimp mimic asked me for a smoke today With turmoil of disgust, yet somewhere inside my freight-less morals and empathy filled heart, I felt sad for this creature She discussed her where a bouts of why she was to travel to the next bus terminal She discussed such events that lead her to use crack ******* explaining so tediously how this man and that man were her men charging 30 bucks a ******* of their ***** Along with the fusing bubbles spewing from each corner of her split lip and infection bound mouth, I gathered my thoughts, where as she ***** money..
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Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 12:53 PM UTC
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