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Saturday, April 6, 2013
Sordid Sun
Stops like sordid sun though
essential languided moan my smear
lake a diamond milking place, them
swim an have arm winterly tounge
sleep apparatus blood scream sausage sky will
you and the fory goddess frantic
only leave by crush only water
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