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death and hoaxes
mandolyn

you paint me selective yellow
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and try to fool me in your swamp
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you bend me
 3
in various ferns
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flushed with agitation
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because my hand comes off
 6
when you glue it to your own–
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scratching your head
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like a flustered pigeon
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i am camouflage
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you tyrant-
 11
playing in papaya whip
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such a drab color,
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but it works when you stalk me
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in the graveyard-
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if only we had been friends,
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your mire and my crypt
 17
we could play
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like civilized (a)dolts
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17 Feb 12

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It was so much fun playing in the graveyard!  We children of the loam!  : )  Each of us forever camouflage and tyrant.

The dolts is too doltsy pour toi.  
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i liked how the gravestones smelled like war
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i love titles as this
 — softyetharsh

yes, if only we'd been whatever.
i wouldn't be wiping my arse with you now.
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Are you action men toys or rotten corpses. The degrees of decay are inquietude
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it's because my eye has a patch on the inside
 — mandolyn

Viagra, four for recensioni cialis online and one for Levitra, said spokeswoman Susan Cruzan.  
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