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The Start, Dark Red Hair

Posted on March 9, 2011 by rosspoetvassilev

by Matt O’Toole Older gums speed like marbles, Big hips sit at, playing machines, Their clips they drip over full bodies, Like sullen wool. The hanging birds hang near quiet windows- On sleeping, weekday mornings. Super shark and daddy gum … Continue reading →

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