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hand which by is felt the stem is set crimson at thorned ***** red so like the rose suddenly at lips gleaming supping feverishly at pains sorest pleasure(the palm who riven draws even deeper the pointed inch of agony to bone fine white as a silk worm skin) like a lily stupid with *** the comparable hurt of which a hand that likes to bleed
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Apr 14, 2012
Apr 14, 2012 at 3:24 AM UTC
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hand which by is felt the stem is set crimson at thorned ***** red so like the rose suddenly at lips gleaming supping feverishly at pains sorest pleasure(the palm who riven draws even deeper the pointed inch of agony to bone fine white as a silk worm skin) like a lily stupid with *** the comparable hurt of which a hand that likes to bleed
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Apr 14, 2012
Apr 14, 2012 at 3:24 AM UTC
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