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30,000 miles in millimeters these thoughts are from a train.as i was riding
i was writing i was writhing.you are the female him /franticly trying to keep the pink spiked heels from perforating the time you spend on being me./the flesh and mind concern themselves with the
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gold lamestillettos that prick and stick the bricks ( Read more... )
i was writing i was writhing.you are the female him /franticly trying to keep the pink spiked heels from perforating the time you spend on being me./the flesh and mind concern themselves with the
click click clack click
gold lamestillettos that prick and stick the bricks ( Read more... )
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"no one remembers the point of conception is the place where sex and death hex each other "
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