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Feb 2018
This *****'s red spines of death invaginate strife as she plops on her
*** all of her life, because within her belly button she allows lint in,
after humpin' my shallow pit deeply, deeper than Hillary F. Clinton
Worm-**** Hilliam & slime-ball Billary Clinton farted in the loaner
car, training their ***** hair, while 8 ****** ******* pounded on the
roof, fearin' the sad day that their food stamps would be taken away
I imagined the last time, that I was in a murderously-depressive rut,
that bath-house Obama had dead Tony Musante tattooed on his ****
Do you like this bra? Yes. Why? It reveals the natural ***** in you
when you cry from a dog-bite, after kissin' 4 uncles on Friday night.
I claw my yaw, wrangling a rotten cow paw with a jazzed band-saw
𝘚𝘶𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 ᴮᵉʳˡⁱⁿˢᵏʸ
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𝘚𝘶𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 ᴮᵉʳˡⁱⁿˢᵏʸ  Simpang Bedok, Singapore
(Simpang Bedok, Singapore)   
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