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Lather me. Shower and hose this ***** man Clean baptismal would I come to you. Took a jig-saw to emotion, boxed, buried in coffin, frustration locked in cruel denial. Earth shudders krakatoan, darkness and fire combine water covers land and smoke obliterates sky- Swept by salt-water practiced, alive by de-fault Are we now to be to be the mystic melt, creation or depletion, to stallion or to geld
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Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 3:41 AM UTC
Took a jig-saw
Lather me. Shower and hose this ***** man Clean baptismal would I come to you. Took a jig-saw to emotion, boxed, buried in coffin, frustration locked in cruel denial. Earth shudders krakatoan, darkness and fire combine water covers land and smoke obliterates sky- Swept by salt-water practiced, alive by de-fault Are we now to be to be the mystic melt, creation or depletion, to stallion or to geld
mike-adam
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Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 3:41 AM UTC
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