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Pretty Liar, oh my daughter-maid who cannot bring herself to rage. Carved from a river stone, she was sketched and carved to flesh and bone. A viscious toungue of sea-bed viper clamps to ankles of dead-like surviors. How cruel these final moist moments are.. Not even allowing the ****** to shoot a glimpse at the angel behind the bar bringing them down from afar. Nor to see the spots of the velvet tiger before their ears and nose crushed, kiss together.
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Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC
Mermaid
Pretty Liar, oh my daughter-maid who cannot bring herself to rage. Carved from a river stone, she was sketched and carved to flesh and bone. A viscious toungue of sea-bed viper clamps to ankles of dead-like surviors. How cruel these final moist moments are.. Not even allowing the ****** to shoot a glimpse at the angel behind the bar bringing them down from afar. Nor to see the spots of the velvet tiger before their ears and nose crushed, kiss together.
henrybrooke
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Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC
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