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I hate watching you read comics, Or talk about science since 6th grade gives The ultimate attention to detail, a tale of observation. Qualitative analysis: I duck down. Beneath the coffee table, rallying my prayers in my rolling thumbs that the sirens stop, and I too won't be spotted by the ***** I emphasize spotted. I have the rashes again. Even your Chinese scarves I pretended to really love, And especially when I took your throat from behind into a thousand kisses- I can remember the beer song exploding; I really hated that one. But at the airport,aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh! Backseat of the car. My hands fiddling the tears in your destroyed  l-9999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999 nothing but trouble. human figure on a string
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 5:57 AM UTC
Nines 'aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii' [the trouble with the iou]
I hate watching you read comics, Or talk about science since 6th grade gives The ultimate attention to detail, a tale of observation. Qualitative analysis: I duck down. Beneath the coffee table, rallying my prayers in my rolling thumbs that the sirens stop, and I too won't be spotted by the ***** I emphasize spotted. I have the rashes again. Even your Chinese scarves I pretended to really love, And especially when I took your throat from behind into a thousand kisses- I can remember the beer song exploding; I really hated that one. But at the airport,aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh! Backseat of the car. My hands fiddling the tears in your destroyed  l-9999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999 nothing but trouble. human figure on a string
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38/M/American
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 5:57 AM UTC
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