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January 26th

Learn to walk with cotton savants Or lend them all that moonstruck leer It's love- fissuring, surging, -blotting the lions and olive-skinned tiers. it doesn't need the faintest trace of us. and we couldn't be more lucky.

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judd-orsburn

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Published: Jan 23, 2011
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