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I imagined my own thoughts starting with **** these stains THICK Stained to the carpet and wood below. Oh, THICK smell and color A wash board? A wash? How could we wash such a thing, A **** stained rug and a **** stained floor? How could I think of anything else when seeing the lines of stain *** not just, but of someone. Not some thing, but man with reason and morals A confused man. Not drunken, or ill in health. He lies always, caught by no one Why? He is a confused man with many secrets. This one, it is certainly **** Whether it is in bottles beside the bed, or a lean towards the mirror with the sink running fast, it is always unique. it is always a secret..
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC
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I imagined my own thoughts starting with **** these stains THICK Stained to the carpet and wood below. Oh, THICK smell and color A wash board? A wash? How could we wash such a thing, A **** stained rug and a **** stained floor? How could I think of anything else when seeing the lines of stain *** not just, but of someone. Not some thing, but man with reason and morals A confused man. Not drunken, or ill in health. He lies always, caught by no one Why? He is a confused man with many secrets. This one, it is certainly **** Whether it is in bottles beside the bed, or a lean towards the mirror with the sink running fast, it is always unique. it is always a secret..
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC
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