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Layin head to face, We spoonfeed baby food to microwaves. Catching colds from the blonde bangs, Jacuzzi anklets & monk beads in teal. As thought leaves a mark it makes room for walls. For plain cherry Pop Tarts™ sake, I beg you, In the name of the three times removed - but never named, For lack of a joke worse than you, Please, Get them wounds checked out.
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Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 11:50 PM UTC
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Layin head to face, We spoonfeed baby food to microwaves. Catching colds from the blonde bangs, Jacuzzi anklets & monk beads in teal. As thought leaves a mark it makes room for walls. For plain cherry Pop Tarts™ sake, I beg you, In the name of the three times removed - but never named, For lack of a joke worse than you, Please, Get them wounds checked out.
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Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 11:50 PM UTC
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