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Notice: My folding knees are wrinkle-free Synapses approve her words "If you would have listened to me!" Unfinished if you ask me Sweatsuit mantled to her mammal's final seam His iron and oxygen behind the curtain Stolen by towels, filling the spinning tile cracks For the woman to raise her stocky pants My lips, chapped
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Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 9:22 PM UTC
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Notice: My folding knees are wrinkle-free Synapses approve her words "If you would have listened to me!" Unfinished if you ask me Sweatsuit mantled to her mammal's final seam His iron and oxygen behind the curtain Stolen by towels, filling the spinning tile cracks For the woman to raise her stocky pants My lips, chapped
korich-fischer
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Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 9:22 PM UTC
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