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Yellow spotted orchid-smelling pebble, why aren't you blue? Black frogs with neon stripes cuddle my thick, dry tongue. Where has the fruit bird gone? Red hands from picked cherries; Womanhood loves me. Digest zebra leaves from fern trees if no pink salt is found in green or grey eyes of spider monkeys. I want sand toes standing hair and finger spheres spinning on touch. Keep your triangles but give me your dressless dog and two teeth from the back of your gum. What I mean is like furniture but I have no home. My house has a home. I am home and also a couch.
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Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC
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Yellow spotted orchid-smelling pebble, why aren't you blue? Black frogs with neon stripes cuddle my thick, dry tongue. Where has the fruit bird gone? Red hands from picked cherries; Womanhood loves me. Digest zebra leaves from fern trees if no pink salt is found in green or grey eyes of spider monkeys. I want sand toes standing hair and finger spheres spinning on touch. Keep your triangles but give me your dressless dog and two teeth from the back of your gum. What I mean is like furniture but I have no home. My house has a home. I am home and also a couch.
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Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC
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