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Post by Steve on Jun 8, 2006 19:10:18 GMT -5
pond eyes slit from clothes like a pig from skin mouthful of shame fistfuls of sin looking from camera one then two curling her lips sliding her hips the way the voice tells her to cause the voice has hands that drop money at her feet that pays the man for the capsules of cotton she wraps herself in before she climbs onto the springs and lets the next one in
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