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so I guess this is it, the summit not very impressing. I thought at the least I'd see over the tops of skies you should know I hid cigarette butts under the stone patio off the guest wing. now I wish I could just lay on those rocks or at the base of your bed, vanity wore us down like shotgun rounds in the face of our masquerade ballet. I drank the bloods from your fountains of paradise: 19, 20, 21, 22, and 23 then found you in our bed with your fingers in your *** to make sure we'd fit together more aptly, and now my skin burns in its own rash of obsessive unforgetfulness, I make my own ******* future with you innit, ***** or no ***** I know nectars better than the Georgians worship better than Mohammad skin better than Buffalo Bill and your name better than my own Penguin.
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Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 1:08 AM UTC
martin-narrod
(Penguin) 1:1:16
so I guess this is it, the summit not very impressing. I thought at the least I'd see over the tops of skies you should know I hid cigarette butts under the stone patio off the guest wing. now I wish I could just lay on those rocks or at the base of your bed, vanity wore us down like shotgun rounds in the face of our masquerade ballet. I drank the bloods from your fountains of paradise: 19, 20, 21, 22, and 23 then found you in our bed with your fingers in your *** to make sure we'd fit together more aptly, and now my skin burns in its own rash of obsessive unforgetfulness, I make my own ******* future with you innit, ***** or no ***** I know nectars better than the Georgians worship better than Mohammad skin better than Buffalo Bill and your name better than my own Penguin.
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