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some harts through forests dappled lope gentlest keen feet rumple leaves scatter or trees unspeaking sing with the fat incurable lust of sharp lovers sore hands fingers nuzzled against the fair muscles of arched backs wriggling muscles so sudored magic muscles viscously o'er the pretty spines of roots splendor splits and out bursting harts through loping forests lovers sorely hurt with crisp intricate eyes looking lean raw eyes wide into omnipotent pain
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Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 7:50 PM UTC
some harts
some harts through forests dappled lope gentlest keen feet rumple leaves scatter or trees unspeaking sing with the fat incurable lust of sharp lovers sore hands fingers nuzzled against the fair muscles of arched backs wriggling muscles so sudored magic muscles viscously o'er the pretty spines of roots splendor splits and out bursting harts through loping forests lovers sorely hurt with crisp intricate eyes looking lean raw eyes wide into omnipotent pain
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Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 7:50 PM UTC
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