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fast and if bound up
on the horizon
after breeding
slaughtered and always brittle

4 Mar 08

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 — chuckle_s

how intriguing this is!  Proteus, a satyr play, the supposed finale, has not survived.
You, poet, are a specialist, and your mind should be mined and picked, but I will try to be polite.
 — banditfemme

You are a cunt,
no lips
 — unknown

my mate philip state, hear him
 — unknown

 — unknown