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.                                                                            WNTR, o                                                                                                                              the     earth                                                                   is how long                                                                                                                                                                                       )in you?                                                                   crisply perhaps                                                                   stiffmuscling die erected                                                                   foal trees. Barely skinned                                                                                ,                                                                                   .                                                                                      '                                                                                    .                                                                                ,                                                                                     .                                                                                          '                                                                                     .                                                                                    H                                                                                  e   A                                                                                     V                                                                                  y with                                                                              light dying                                                                            of    shadows                                                                      )between                                                                                     o                                                                                WNTR                                                                           i skip a penny                                                                                across                                                                     Bu                                                                   g e                                                                  yed june                                                                                    (Ag                                                                                      irl inn                                                                                   ot enough                                                                              clothing                                                       ,cuz it was june o lord it was so hot i could feel my sweat across the                                                        palm of each hand go slick like oil across the cool common pinch                                                        of the fuzzed in ***** tinter grass.                                                        i o and uncurling stiffly went like the shoots off of roses: topaz                                                        i went red like the bitten ******                                                        of girl tingling                                                        unchastely                                                        snowless hips                                                        )without WNTR which                                                         soft of hard                                                         and hard of itch                                                         itch                                                         and                          itch                                                        (in WNTR to please                                                         remove me my health                                                         and barely skin me                                                         a foal tree                                                                                  untwitching
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Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 6:31 AM UTC
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.                                                                            WNTR, o                                                                                                                              the     earth                                                                   is how long                                                                                                                                                                                       )in you?                                                                   crisply perhaps                                                                   stiffmuscling die erected                                                                   foal trees. Barely skinned                                                                                ,                                                                                   .                                                                                      '                                                                                    .                                                                                ,                                                                                     .                                                                                          '                                                                                     .                                                                                    H                                                                                  e   A                                                                                     V                                                                                  y with                                                                              light dying                                                                            of    shadows                                                                      )between                                                                                     o                                                                                WNTR                                                                           i skip a penny                                                                                across                                                                     Bu                                                                   g e                                                                  yed june                                                                                    (Ag                                                                                      irl inn                                                                                   ot enough                                                                              clothing                                                       ,cuz it was june o lord it was so hot i could feel my sweat across the                                                        palm of each hand go slick like oil across the cool common pinch                                                        of the fuzzed in ***** tinter grass.                                                        i o and uncurling stiffly went like the shoots off of roses: topaz                                                        i went red like the bitten ******                                                        of girl tingling                                                        unchastely                                                        snowless hips                                                        )without WNTR which                                                         soft of hard                                                         and hard of itch                                                         itch                                                         and                          itch                                                        (in WNTR to please                                                         remove me my health                                                         and barely skin me                                                         a foal tree                                                                                  untwitching
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Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 6:31 AM UTC
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