five bodies
in a one room
cement
house.
an inventory
of warm
voyeurisms.
*I don't want to know
who's been looking.*
it is my job
to approve
the older machines.
*add
a second room.*
three year olds
not seeing
birds.
Jul 27, 2012
Jul 27, 2012 at 4:57 PM UTC
five bodies
in a one room
cement
house.
an inventory
of warm
voyeurisms.
*I don't want to know
who's been looking.*
it is my job
to approve
the older machines.
*add
a second room.*
three year olds
not seeing
birds.
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