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Nov 2016
I feel like a frowzy of a freak, I lounge upon a grizzled chair and only joust myself awake to
EAT
I jimmy I jam like a ******* clad scintillating ham always clamoring to find
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I am a syringe of honey; I make love to destitute with campy glamour always leaving the foray smelling like
BEANS
beans come in a large assortment and they evoke grand happiness
Sarah Kunz
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Sarah Kunz  20/F/Ithaca NY
(20/F/Ithaca NY)   
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