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Dec 2017
We're rubbing rubbers much & makin' sold sand sore while livin' as
vultures slicin' open drained tissue from trophoblastical crab cancer
We are sprinkling pepper on pickles & staunching our rectums a lot
with the hard line of Kotex feminine products that we likely bought
We like our butts planted in smelly, green clover when our butts are
deceased & our ****-reaming lives are said by 5 coroners to be over
๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐˜‡๐˜† ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ธ๐˜†
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๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐˜‡๐˜† ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ธ๐˜†  หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰
(หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰)   
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