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pocket filled waistcoats rub their ears, perception like fist full grass, an expedenture that pause when you drift, as well. you cannot carry two children, one in each slid curve of elbows. Their ringlets will weigh the mass of expanding legions, discipline and love in revolution an absence from rounded bellies. neurons do not balance in transgression, their procession the infinite arch of fugues weaved through rhythm erratic feet. two strike a semblance, a cape-fled general gagging hemlock to the weaker stallion's dry spit.
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Dec 12, 2011
Dec 12, 2011 at 3:56 PM UTC
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pocket filled waistcoats rub their ears, perception like fist full grass, an expedenture that pause when you drift, as well. you cannot carry two children, one in each slid curve of elbows. Their ringlets will weigh the mass of expanding legions, discipline and love in revolution an absence from rounded bellies. neurons do not balance in transgression, their procession the infinite arch of fugues weaved through rhythm erratic feet. two strike a semblance, a cape-fled general gagging hemlock to the weaker stallion's dry spit.
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Dec 12, 2011
Dec 12, 2011 at 3:56 PM UTC
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