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She, a cavernous champagne glass, he, a weary pony, who ate the neighbor's grass-- her name Ms. Wesson, his name Mr. Smith, they died on a slow Tuesday-- and stop looking Wesson clan, if looking for a lesson. Mid-afternoon midst a love bent 69 Mr. Smith and Ms. Wesson committed murder-suicide-- Mr. Smith turned from a man back into a stain, Ms. Wesson turned from a woman back into a chain. And the artist-in-neighborhood did rejoice, subject matter for a painting to hang above his licorice-colored memorial of a prisoner dove. And the police did gossip, was it love? was it *********** What a fine piece of *** that could be living. And it took the families two weeks to find out, they wiped their feet on dead leaves, daydreamt open caskets and planted juniper seeds. Talk of another woman, talk of another man, but God himself would tell you, they were simply bored of each other's drugs, they were simply bored of each other's barrels, so, they barred each other from being, and headed west on erosion's dime.
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Sep 9, 2012
Sep 9, 2012 at 8:31 PM UTC
oil paintings of ****** picnics
She, a cavernous champagne glass, he, a weary pony, who ate the neighbor's grass-- her name Ms. Wesson, his name Mr. Smith, they died on a slow Tuesday-- and stop looking Wesson clan, if looking for a lesson. Mid-afternoon midst a love bent 69 Mr. Smith and Ms. Wesson committed murder-suicide-- Mr. Smith turned from a man back into a stain, Ms. Wesson turned from a woman back into a chain. And the artist-in-neighborhood did rejoice, subject matter for a painting to hang above his licorice-colored memorial of a prisoner dove. And the police did gossip, was it love? was it *********** What a fine piece of *** that could be living. And it took the families two weeks to find out, they wiped their feet on dead leaves, daydreamt open caskets and planted juniper seeds. Talk of another woman, talk of another man, but God himself would tell you, they were simply bored of each other's drugs, they were simply bored of each other's barrels, so, they barred each other from being, and headed west on erosion's dime.
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Sep 9, 2012
Sep 9, 2012 at 8:31 PM UTC
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