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in the hot hot hotbox where the interlude first dug in its feathered heels (the ************ now, it being gone with the wind, the wellsprings reflexively engage because the wind is hot and here I'm not unused to you yet and I sure don't miss you but here I nearly want to
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Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 4:59 PM UTC
Hotbox
in the hot hot hotbox where the interlude first dug in its feathered heels (the ************ now, it being gone with the wind, the wellsprings reflexively engage because the wind is hot and here I'm not unused to you yet and I sure don't miss you but here I nearly want to
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Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 4:59 PM UTC
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