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Thursday, December 18, 2008

we it

my sins are starlets, ringlets, and fire-wagons
my thoughts are elderly firemen that aren't able to save me anymore
they're just too old
my legs are volcanoes, my breasts are male breasts so they are very small
Posted by christopher, there is at 12:38 PM
Labels: winter

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