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the whites of her eyes weren't bright last night more dyed, like a smoker's tooth brush chyme coming up, cheap ***** 7-up after we felt lush, trying not to move much so as not to wake her so as not to shake her from a slumber just to, in a haze, lumber encumbered towards her days numbered so i'll just lie there until her sky eyes open i'll lie there until her sky eyes open lie there until her sky eyes open until her sky eyes open
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Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 7:56 AM UTC
Her Sky Eyes
the whites of her eyes weren't bright last night more dyed, like a smoker's tooth brush chyme coming up, cheap ***** 7-up after we felt lush, trying not to move much so as not to wake her so as not to shake her from a slumber just to, in a haze, lumber encumbered towards her days numbered so i'll just lie there until her sky eyes open i'll lie there until her sky eyes open lie there until her sky eyes open until her sky eyes open
Copyright: Bennett Tyler
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Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 7:56 AM UTC
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