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Dug deep I digged this dirt and dragged down dark dermal tissue, Diamonds in the rough. Picked and plucked I perused polished pieces of painful porcelain, piercing pockets in my peripheral parts, precious pearls and petals I peeked and pounced. Bleeding black blood from bored brackets in body's bursting bark, I grasped golden, gleaming glory. Gazing greedily like I'd gotten God by his good gourd, I let needles nick nocks into niche nooks and night nothings knap nooses around my neck, my needle in the haystack. My night, my might, my one of a kind, My Kim.
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May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 5:41 AM UTC
Pores.
Dug deep I digged this dirt and dragged down dark dermal tissue, Diamonds in the rough. Picked and plucked I perused polished pieces of painful porcelain, piercing pockets in my peripheral parts, precious pearls and petals I peeked and pounced. Bleeding black blood from bored brackets in body's bursting bark, I grasped golden, gleaming glory. Gazing greedily like I'd gotten God by his good gourd, I let needles nick nocks into niche nooks and night nothings knap nooses around my neck, my needle in the haystack. My night, my might, my one of a kind, My Kim.
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May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 5:41 AM UTC
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