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The sky looks bruised tonight - a strip of battered peach flesh. I'm sure my mouth is getting smaller. I see it now all pursed up but it used to be Jim Morrison's proportions. She licked like Ms Jolie. This miserly look ***** my eyes inside themselves. The pigeons look ****** off, all ******* up ***** of bog roll lobbed in gummy globs. Someone give me something. There used to be a man who handed birdseed out to all the kids outside the library gardens. Share and share alike. I guess he was a ********** or whatnot.
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC
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The sky looks bruised tonight - a strip of battered peach flesh. I'm sure my mouth is getting smaller. I see it now all pursed up but it used to be Jim Morrison's proportions. She licked like Ms Jolie. This miserly look ***** my eyes inside themselves. The pigeons look ****** off, all ******* up ***** of bog roll lobbed in gummy globs. Someone give me something. There used to be a man who handed birdseed out to all the kids outside the library gardens. Share and share alike. I guess he was a ********** or whatnot.
damian
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC
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