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god spoke in unbent folding pubic tinder from an inbetween (onyx follicles manacling the heaving notch of cold frosty magma lurching out of the slouching pouch of her fine giddy pearl and in my beat heavy pulsing her monthly blood)rOAR!?
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Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 2:10 PM UTC
god spoke in unbent folding
god spoke in unbent folding pubic tinder from an inbetween (onyx follicles manacling the heaving notch of cold frosty magma lurching out of the slouching pouch of her fine giddy pearl and in my beat heavy pulsing her monthly blood)rOAR!?
patrick-wakefield-1
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Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 2:10 PM UTC
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