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taking time to lick off the walls the remnants of my scattered mind so we can let the hole for an hour (with plastic green) and safely lower this last (s)mile into your dark. oh, see the child blink how you ran the fat rendered and left the yard confused.
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May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
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taking time to lick off the walls the remnants of my scattered mind so we can let the hole for an hour (with plastic green) and safely lower this last (s)mile into your dark. oh, see the child blink how you ran the fat rendered and left the yard confused.
alwaystrying
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May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
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