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Sep 2012
I can't tell whether i want to fly or ****.
Help me out. Walk up to me.
Wait, walk into me.
Turn to goo before my eyes,
slide up my nose,
flood my brain,
and rub it hard until I squirt.
Written by
molly simmons
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