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My jetlag had finally bid adieu in a land, republic and former colony the size of my thumb, but with the strength of bulls on steroids running through a field of democratic china shops. and your money's no good here. your name, that silly outfit from little oz. I have no pictures of myself here. only a porcelain-plated version in orchid hues, dwarfed by my favorite ivory window. from which the fall would most certainly be glorious for 5 4 3 2 seconds.
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Jan 18, 2011
Jan 18, 2011 at 5:25 PM UTC
Colony
My jetlag had finally bid adieu in a land, republic and former colony the size of my thumb, but with the strength of bulls on steroids running through a field of democratic china shops. and your money's no good here. your name, that silly outfit from little oz. I have no pictures of myself here. only a porcelain-plated version in orchid hues, dwarfed by my favorite ivory window. from which the fall would most certainly be glorious for 5 4 3 2 seconds.
© Constante Quirino
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Jan 18, 2011
Jan 18, 2011 at 5:25 PM UTC
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