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Lathering languity, I watch the clishmaclabber trip and stumble over your teeth. The shimmering floss is wound deep within your pit, Pulled and worked with every Flick of your tongue.

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carolina-lombardo

American

Published: Nov 8, 2010
LinesWords: 830

Notes: meh.

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