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Dec 2016
When I think of you,
I think of your ******.
I feel it from within
when it's swollen
like a balloon.
I feel its ******
like a bone volcano.
Where did it go?
Where did it go.
Lance Jencks
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Lance Jencks
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   victoria, bones, Pax and the lost girl
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