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WhiTe             ,                you              are   a           fine colour         you are a fast       colour.youarethe     morning i found U   sleeping in slump and polished heather with rust                                               gilding just the morsels O'                                                your canny fist of petals                                                 who hides in splendor                                                  ed morning's vest pr                                                   icking up your glos                                                    sy neck to rub you                                                     r cheeks on the fe                                                      lt of gorgeous b                                                       rinded sky. U                                                        wHitE, you                                                         are the ve                                                          ry lust O'                                                            faries                                                            you R                                                             light                                                         and heavy                                                       frolicking wo                                                      men as with th                                                     eir skin you pain                                                    t they stark and w                                                    ith just their morse                                                     ls very slightly ro                                                      sy rouged and r                                                       osy slightly he                                                        aps of hips o'                                                         roses and                                                          heather:                                                              URwhIte
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May 10, 2011
May 10, 2011 at 9:59 AM UTC
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WhiTe             ,                you              are   a           fine colour         you are a fast       colour.youarethe     morning i found U   sleeping in slump and polished heather with rust                                               gilding just the morsels O'                                                your canny fist of petals                                                 who hides in splendor                                                  ed morning's vest pr                                                   icking up your glos                                                    sy neck to rub you                                                     r cheeks on the fe                                                      lt of gorgeous b                                                       rinded sky. U                                                        wHitE, you                                                         are the ve                                                          ry lust O'                                                            faries                                                            you R                                                             light                                                         and heavy                                                       frolicking wo                                                      men as with th                                                     eir skin you pain                                                    t they stark and w                                                    ith just their morse                                                     ls very slightly ro                                                      sy rouged and r                                                       osy slightly he                                                        aps of hips o'                                                         roses and                                                          heather:                                                              URwhIte
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May 10, 2011
May 10, 2011 at 9:59 AM UTC
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