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you are tomato soup acidic and creamy. your path is marked by risen temperature in my esophagus. your path is parallel to my spine. and you rest in the warm vats of my stomach but you are warmer still. no real need for digestion. you are but orange liquid. but sometimes you burn tttttttttsa on my tongue your steam-less appearance fooled me; there is no need for cooling hot hot tomato soup.
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Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 6:25 PM UTC
tomato soup.
you are tomato soup acidic and creamy. your path is marked by risen temperature in my esophagus. your path is parallel to my spine. and you rest in the warm vats of my stomach but you are warmer still. no real need for digestion. you are but orange liquid. but sometimes you burn tttttttttsa on my tongue your steam-less appearance fooled me; there is no need for cooling hot hot tomato soup.
liz-paola
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Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 6:25 PM UTC
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