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Since Thursday bugs have been crawling out of the cards. I buried my heart with the oleander, where mother left the caul. I forgot where that was. Somewhere near the trunk line. Today I walked to work with my wholesome ******* under a sheer shirt. I have been thinking of gentleness and the vase of my ****** I have been thinking such impossible things. Only one drink of wine, only one card left unturned. In the corner of my ********** I have built a beach. It was for our first date, but I forgot where we were supposed to meet and my boyfriend deleted your number.
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Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 8:53 PM UTC
a spider, a fly, a beetle
Since Thursday bugs have been crawling out of the cards. I buried my heart with the oleander, where mother left the caul. I forgot where that was. Somewhere near the trunk line. Today I walked to work with my wholesome ******* under a sheer shirt. I have been thinking of gentleness and the vase of my ****** I have been thinking such impossible things. Only one drink of wine, only one card left unturned. In the corner of my ********** I have built a beach. It was for our first date, but I forgot where we were supposed to meet and my boyfriend deleted your number.
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Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 8:53 PM UTC
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