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Jan 2014
how the flowing
wind squeals at the
sound of your
concrete smash. fool,
the wind may carry
you on Her back,
but yourΒ Β infintismal
against the screeching
yelp of Her translucent
lips. that fire smitten
jungle howler will
blow your face off.
tayler
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tayler
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