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pure white ****** paper my pen emerges ramrod lustful to take it into bed as if with every contact pumping and thrusting whirls and whorls lines and curves between gasps of commas and periods it could soon ********* the seeds from hope’s garden
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Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 6:57 AM UTC
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pure white ****** paper my pen emerges ramrod lustful to take it into bed as if with every contact pumping and thrusting whirls and whorls lines and curves between gasps of commas and periods it could soon ********* the seeds from hope’s garden
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Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 6:57 AM UTC
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