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04.10.03 . 6:08 a.m. "I say boy did you like her flesh was it tender red like the blood that used to flow in those forgotten streams? did she enjoy the sand in her eyes when you left her choking on your dust, like you did me? not even sandpaper can smootehn my rough corners now I say boy were her insides as fresh as you expected?" x |
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