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it's a **** arena, isn't it? the contenders sense it, too you spectate while I battle this out onto bad intellect swings the blade tracing scandalous imageries into corrupt teeth isn't it a devil's game, one we cannot win? -c.j.
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Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 1:46 AM UTC
jeux de la faim
it's a **** arena, isn't it? the contenders sense it, too you spectate while I battle this out onto bad intellect swings the blade tracing scandalous imageries into corrupt teeth isn't it a devil's game, one we cannot win? -c.j.
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Mar 14, 2016 at 1:46 AM UTC
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