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*i shouldn't equate so much feeling for a ********** but you'll soon be equated as one, even though you quenched the ore thirst, and yet turned to alloy of such thirst that could not be quenched, i.e. a ********** that turned into a digitalised bedroom fancy, a whore-of-no-touch... what the **** is that for? a ******* joystick? me pay for a **** that's what you became dear friend, a would be murderer where the victim attached your ******** to himself and you were left in a prison without confessions or restrictions, with your mother's appealing face lied into.* i came here for the beauty, i didn't come here for the everyday; tragedy that i've seen enough beauty that it became everyday, tragedy that i could't make the everyday a beatified bounty, thus easily accounted for in mirage of question, thought, answer and not the custom of men that might be a worthwhile pairing, a known marriage, an unknown art; (                          tears                                       ) all my love i will to cannibalise you; eerie i may be, but you practice law, a doubled lie, and you earn your worth by those who never cared to moralise from genesis but from exodus.
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Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 7:45 PM UTC
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*i shouldn't equate so much feeling for a ********** but you'll soon be equated as one, even though you quenched the ore thirst, and yet turned to alloy of such thirst that could not be quenched, i.e. a ********** that turned into a digitalised bedroom fancy, a whore-of-no-touch... what the **** is that for? a ******* joystick? me pay for a **** that's what you became dear friend, a would be murderer where the victim attached your ******** to himself and you were left in a prison without confessions or restrictions, with your mother's appealing face lied into.* i came here for the beauty, i didn't come here for the everyday; tragedy that i've seen enough beauty that it became everyday, tragedy that i could't make the everyday a beatified bounty, thus easily accounted for in mirage of question, thought, answer and not the custom of men that might be a worthwhile pairing, a known marriage, an unknown art; (                          tears                                       ) all my love i will to cannibalise you; eerie i may be, but you practice law, a doubled lie, and you earn your worth by those who never cared to moralise from genesis but from exodus.
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Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 7:45 PM UTC
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