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Elder cocoons Crysalis Hospice Heaves pounding war drums Fables of eternal bridge Bingo and television zombie horde lunch hour Tennis ***** play race car down halls tarred with lost children Abandoned wither liver spot wrists Silk wrinkles Pull like neck folds lifted newborn simba kittens casted into this kingdom scientists culture control climate but not the yellow wall It's too high for a fit cyborg intravenous barbed wire Cathader Penetrating illusions of escapism except the prison wealthy classically conditioned trading ice cream like cigarettes trading blood diseases like ramen packets There is no planned parenthood in old folks homes There is no distribution of free condoms In a facility where they without medication When you're about to win the lottery His last day requested to bed Nurse Christine Wheelchair ridden fumbling to open A shaker of Mrs. DASH I reach to help him open the spice. Growling and Sadistic he festered: "Let the little boy do what he can do." I sat down in my chair. he had his nurse ala mode. no one will fund a ****** dispensary for old folks home. they wouldn't use them.
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Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 7:20 PM UTC
Elder cocoons
Elder cocoons Crysalis Hospice Heaves pounding war drums Fables of eternal bridge Bingo and television zombie horde lunch hour Tennis ***** play race car down halls tarred with lost children Abandoned wither liver spot wrists Silk wrinkles Pull like neck folds lifted newborn simba kittens casted into this kingdom scientists culture control climate but not the yellow wall It's too high for a fit cyborg intravenous barbed wire Cathader Penetrating illusions of escapism except the prison wealthy classically conditioned trading ice cream like cigarettes trading blood diseases like ramen packets There is no planned parenthood in old folks homes There is no distribution of free condoms In a facility where they without medication When you're about to win the lottery His last day requested to bed Nurse Christine Wheelchair ridden fumbling to open A shaker of Mrs. DASH I reach to help him open the spice. Growling and Sadistic he festered: "Let the little boy do what he can do." I sat down in my chair. he had his nurse ala mode. no one will fund a ****** dispensary for old folks home. they wouldn't use them.
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Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 7:20 PM UTC
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