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Aug 2012
because, "*******?" a black eyed
two tonguer
with: from svelte stoic lips
spat
an ember(glowly softer)
on the ultimate
cigarette's girl
behind face stood

a pair of **** squirming
minutely gorgeous, their
body was "maybe," and, "in about an hour."
PK Wakefield
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