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Lathering languity, I watch the clishmaclabber trip and stumble over your teeth. The shimmering floss is wound deep within your pit, Pulled and worked with every Flick of your tongue.
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Nov 8, 2010
Nov 8, 2010 at 7:18 PM UTC
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Lathering languity, I watch the clishmaclabber trip and stumble over your teeth. The shimmering floss is wound deep within your pit, Pulled and worked with every Flick of your tongue.
meh.
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Nov 8, 2010
Nov 8, 2010 at 7:18 PM UTC
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