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I want it to be like you're in the guestroom like we had a "guestroom" or second restroom but the focus then is on earning potential on gain on capital instead of the lie still stuck in your throat. I smell it: your gullet... the living room is rancid with it.. the rot still lingering on the barely shod curtain rod. My senses have no room and the anger is in my tongue and fists and I am writhing and punching SCREAMING and you... are finally leaving.
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Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC
Thank God.
I want it to be like you're in the guestroom like we had a "guestroom" or second restroom but the focus then is on earning potential on gain on capital instead of the lie still stuck in your throat. I smell it: your gullet... the living room is rancid with it.. the rot still lingering on the barely shod curtain rod. My senses have no room and the anger is in my tongue and fists and I am writhing and punching SCREAMING and you... are finally leaving.
aubrey
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Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC
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