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he is impotent in heartache and **** is the sum of his reading and the fault of his breeding he is undercooked and underfed, my love is a pig for the bleeding and dough for the kneading i have made him so thin that streetlight shines through. it is a mockery
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Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 5:17 AM UTC
**** We Can Trust
he is impotent in heartache and **** is the sum of his reading and the fault of his breeding he is undercooked and underfed, my love is a pig for the bleeding and dough for the kneading i have made him so thin that streetlight shines through. it is a mockery
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Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 5:17 AM UTC
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