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insects sleep in dead trees the dead trees still stand because they have small guests to entertain bugs are beautiful even when they sting me take little nips from my neck and *** ants crawl five feet below but they still make my forehead hot bugs are beautiful they do not **** anyone, bugs remind me that I am alive in little bites for them, I will take my fever and put it in a shrine
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Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 5:33 PM UTC
creepy-crawlies
insects sleep in dead trees the dead trees still stand because they have small guests to entertain bugs are beautiful even when they sting me take little nips from my neck and *** ants crawl five feet below but they still make my forehead hot bugs are beautiful they do not **** anyone, bugs remind me that I am alive in little bites for them, I will take my fever and put it in a shrine
sarina
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Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 5:33 PM UTC
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