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Feb 2010
Revise the shortcuts to closer ends
Grains of wood brushed upon earth.
Sponges **** away H20 to a bitter explosion.
The remarks are unbearable as if I did the erosion.
Coils twirl away after being delivered.


The Sunset would never downfall appointing us glitter.
The wonders of β€œit” erased invisible
Justin Grabenschroer
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Justin Grabenschroer  31/M/Omaha, NE.
(31/M/Omaha, NE.)   
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