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My olive colored doll pains my soul. with every twist and turn black bandage covering mole. left doll moving quicker right doll strolls. They've begun a bicker more so a battle. now everyone feels a bit sicker. I prefer them simple like cattle, And indeed they are strong However, it's not that simple. blasphemously wrong. two halfs of a doll, faces a cracked glue them now, make one real long.
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Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 3:55 PM UTC
Impercta Ba
My olive colored doll pains my soul. with every twist and turn black bandage covering mole. left doll moving quicker right doll strolls. They've begun a bicker more so a battle. now everyone feels a bit sicker. I prefer them simple like cattle, And indeed they are strong However, it's not that simple. blasphemously wrong. two halfs of a doll, faces a cracked glue them now, make one real long.
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Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 3:55 PM UTC
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