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Houston.

it wasn't me that you spoke to it was a poor copy- i'm sorry I didn't hold your hand but, diamonds burn my skin especially the kinds of diamonds that soldiers can afford I wanted to eat you alive, don't get me wrong. Immediately after you left aussitot apres I realized your language is not as beautiful as they say it is and I discovered that the curvature of the earth is partial to those who can never stop running away. it made me sick, a lot sicker than the bourban and the patches of arbitrary fog liberating I-35.
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judd-orsburn
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Oct 11, 2011
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