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More Unbear[it]able Bliss
thee sweet'sacral
harpstrings
go for me throat!
slicing
glissandi,
o jugular blood!
so, what do i do?
so what do i do?
sowhat
do I
do
but
shit-my-p'ants
wit
best mordant
glee!!
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dkzk-weeKnowShitFromShineola---apr23\2014
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photo: SACRED HEART SOCIETY #2, by: dkzk2014
harpstrings
go for me throat!
slicing
glissandi,
o jugular blood!
so, what do i do?
so what do i do?
sowhat
do I
do
but
shit-my-p'ants
wit
best mordant
glee!!
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dkzk-weeKnowShitFromShineola---apr23\2014
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photo: SACRED HEART SOCIETY #2, by: dkzk2014
Published 23rd Apr 2014
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23rd Apr 2014 6:46pm
On your lips there is a man
Wearing a white turban
Futile with wings
Blissful angel
Wearing a white turban
Futile with wings
Blissful angel
23rd Apr 2014 6:54pm
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23rd Apr 2014 9:08pm
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