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Dress to fit her abated breath is a veiled clout a heavy fist beating the voluted walls to my heart the opines of a million marching men could never dissuade that inherent truth.
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Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 3:33 PM UTC
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Dress to fit her abated breath is a veiled clout a heavy fist beating the voluted walls to my heart the opines of a million marching men could never dissuade that inherent truth.
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Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 3:33 PM UTC
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