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Too many frown lines to be certain whether or not those lips are worth a kiss. Face paint cracks, middle school onion skin effect, on pale forehead hide, that covers bare bone and brain. Costume falls down at the shoulders, waist and shin, only to reveal more paint, Picasso paint, blue and rose, cubist painted prose. Your dance is little more than a jig, left foot to right foot, Newton’s Cradle- strings attached.
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Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 9:19 AM UTC
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Too many frown lines to be certain whether or not those lips are worth a kiss. Face paint cracks, middle school onion skin effect, on pale forehead hide, that covers bare bone and brain. Costume falls down at the shoulders, waist and shin, only to reveal more paint, Picasso paint, blue and rose, cubist painted prose. Your dance is little more than a jig, left foot to right foot, Newton’s Cradle- strings attached.
tim-knight
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Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 9:19 AM UTC
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