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all of this could, indeed, be ours spreading lies between oiled up thighs thick with condescension and a veneer of left over hand-me-down desire its not quite you, it's a not even a substitute but it will do: filling the loneliness at the bottom of the well
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Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 4:44 AM UTC
Hazy Remembrances
all of this could, indeed, be ours spreading lies between oiled up thighs thick with condescension and a veneer of left over hand-me-down desire its not quite you, it's a not even a substitute but it will do: filling the loneliness at the bottom of the well
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Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 4:44 AM UTC
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