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Reaching over your shoulder, A boulder is about to crack. The giraffes, dinosaurs and pesky bores that glance see you react. It’s about language, posture and poise Presenting oneself like a broken toy, One stepped on broken and junk, now its neck is whack thanks to that Chunk. A paroxysm of coughing makes that Adam’s apple show Somehow this perking out makes one dominant over a ‘poor girl’, For some reason you think you’re a Hunk Mystery how that fact of the Forbidden Fruit can paralyze your neck, also sets back your assurance and confidence
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Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 5:58 PM UTC
Crooked Necks
Reaching over your shoulder, A boulder is about to crack. The giraffes, dinosaurs and pesky bores that glance see you react. It’s about language, posture and poise Presenting oneself like a broken toy, One stepped on broken and junk, now its neck is whack thanks to that Chunk. A paroxysm of coughing makes that Adam’s apple show Somehow this perking out makes one dominant over a ‘poor girl’, For some reason you think you’re a Hunk Mystery how that fact of the Forbidden Fruit can paralyze your neck, also sets back your assurance and confidence
kenna-marie
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Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 5:58 PM UTC
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