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sweet teathers so swift to stake the hair, staying twixt my throb and zoned fake a deed unmeasured so gifted a debate to love a light to vulture- breath, the bread of lines, of the beating of a ruptured quake 1/18/09
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May 11, 2010
May 11, 2010 at 7:20 AM UTC
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sweet teathers so swift to stake the hair, staying twixt my throb and zoned fake a deed unmeasured so gifted a debate to love a light to vulture- breath, the bread of lines, of the beating of a ruptured quake 1/18/09
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May 11, 2010 at 7:20 AM UTC
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