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I can't wait to partake in things that make you sick. My stomach stays high tide. Stay away from it if you can't swim. My guts are laid out in patterns; peaches and fruit flesh stuck to fingertips. **** my **** then give me a kiss.) I can't wait to imitate art contained in this. Two figures trapped within an unfinished painting. Four strokes of inspiration to complete the lips. A splash of white to end it.
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Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 5:01 AM UTC
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I can't wait to partake in things that make you sick. My stomach stays high tide. Stay away from it if you can't swim. My guts are laid out in patterns; peaches and fruit flesh stuck to fingertips. **** my **** then give me a kiss.) I can't wait to imitate art contained in this. Two figures trapped within an unfinished painting. Four strokes of inspiration to complete the lips. A splash of white to end it.
Ew.
JDK
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Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 5:01 AM UTC
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