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Feb 2014
Make a sausage out of me.
she screamed.

The color? I asked.
Yes. With all my colors.

Your nails pink
Hair gold
Eyes blue.

Skin?
Peel it.
She yelled.
It's torn
Tarnished.
Peel it
and make a sausage
In red.
She screamed.
AVSANTHOSH KUMAR
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AVSANTHOSH KUMAR  37/M/India
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