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You don't really know how I struggle just to string the words beading by color threading them into a ring on my right hand rainbow wrists and darling pinked heart-shaped pockets at the ******* securely aligned. A sneeze is an excuse to learn forward and lurch inside with pleasure, doesn' t everyone know that? It's all interrupted in the end anyway, but each cliche understands and I transparate and soften physicality fffft. and rematerializing like a mother- in-law I stake my heart on a whited sepulchre- but ain't originality a ***** The repetition becomes quite tedious, but go on with a smile, my dear; For life is full of surprises- wretched beats and sweetened bruises, rather like a berry and most unlike a radish. So hold your basket gently as you sway and twist within a mellow breeze that teases the auburn tendrils that once framed a face too young keep the corners of your mouth up, and defy your forehead by the strength of your brow for I always stand ready right behind.
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Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 5:43 PM UTC
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You don't really know how I struggle just to string the words beading by color threading them into a ring on my right hand rainbow wrists and darling pinked heart-shaped pockets at the ******* securely aligned. A sneeze is an excuse to learn forward and lurch inside with pleasure, doesn' t everyone know that? It's all interrupted in the end anyway, but each cliche understands and I transparate and soften physicality fffft. and rematerializing like a mother- in-law I stake my heart on a whited sepulchre- but ain't originality a ***** The repetition becomes quite tedious, but go on with a smile, my dear; For life is full of surprises- wretched beats and sweetened bruises, rather like a berry and most unlike a radish. So hold your basket gently as you sway and twist within a mellow breeze that teases the auburn tendrils that once framed a face too young keep the corners of your mouth up, and defy your forehead by the strength of your brow for I always stand ready right behind.
devin-asher-corry
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Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 5:43 PM UTC
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