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day time disaster drifting disdainfully into nights dark-lit by only the protrusion of the sky skinned till thin in pieces at my feet, once, I mourned and now again before mystique fails mystery I grow tall and directed shifted and perfected incomplete do they trim the ***** after doing your chin? doing that to me is not a sin?
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Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 5:55 AM UTC
Full moon sacrifice
day time disaster drifting disdainfully into nights dark-lit by only the protrusion of the sky skinned till thin in pieces at my feet, once, I mourned and now again before mystique fails mystery I grow tall and directed shifted and perfected incomplete do they trim the ***** after doing your chin? doing that to me is not a sin?
they're cutting and trimming the trees in our neighborhood.... ********
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Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 5:55 AM UTC
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