acrid bitter metal biter and you, the pleasant point of cock of which i seek to impale upon until that graveside smell of penny colored earth subsides to let me swim with blackened hair among the poisoned reeds that whisper, chatter- speak of platitudes.
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The ladies undergarments seem to be on fire at the moment with all this wonderful word and art posts!
Muito bom.
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