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faked botulism and Beulah reds Abyssinian horses purportedly dead all night blindness that 'gravel' soothes hovering indentions southwestern barceuse luminaries marked tiny infantries swell conically formed so steady with shell dihedral burns for unlucky hands swaying cognition oh, little demands sanctums fucked the sputum reigns tenderness denied a proper grave you were ferried holstered soul lift your head and let it go
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judd-orsburn
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Sep 28, 2011
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