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i don't want to look like aunt rosa's grandmother who no longer wears a bra but a ***** sling a holster built strong enough to keep boulders from dropping out the sky every morning she would bend over and pour herself a D cup then lock them tightly on the third rail and pray that the 2 convicts didn't take flight in the middle of the day i try to prevent gravity from stealing the perkiness my lover loves every time i take a deep breath and they point guiltily at him but no matter how much support i've crossed my heart with gravity pulls and stretches my new bra till the straps tether and my cups runneth over spilling onto on to the reality of the hard cold floor
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Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
a war with fate, genetically speaking
i don't want to look like aunt rosa's grandmother who no longer wears a bra but a ***** sling a holster built strong enough to keep boulders from dropping out the sky every morning she would bend over and pour herself a D cup then lock them tightly on the third rail and pray that the 2 convicts didn't take flight in the middle of the day i try to prevent gravity from stealing the perkiness my lover loves every time i take a deep breath and they point guiltily at him but no matter how much support i've crossed my heart with gravity pulls and stretches my new bra till the straps tether and my cups runneth over spilling onto on to the reality of the hard cold floor
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Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
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