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Dec 09, 2009
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Sangfroid
For all her joys he found her
Down into the gulch,- damned,
uncared for, rotten apples' froth
pulled up in a basket, a rope, a well,
and a murmur tied up the corner of his
mind,- he heard her laughing with imagined
pride, joyous disregard for pathetic irritations and
schemes of murder
He would show her
After all,
he loved her
— doorman, Dec 09, 2009
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Ink Dragon
16 years 6 months ago
Hi Espen,
doorman
16 years 6 months ago
Nina
ziggy
16 years 6 months ago
espen
doorman
16 years 6 months ago
ziggy
Bonitaj
16 years 5 months ago
ESPEN!
doorman
16 years 5 months ago
Dear Bonita
Seren
16 years 5 months ago
Dear Espen
doorman
16 years 5 months ago
Hi Jayne,I ripped this from
Seren
16 years 5 months ago
his love for his mother was
doorman
16 years 5 months ago
.. and be sure to install
Seren
16 years 5 months ago
LMAO nooooooo I just laughed
doorman
16 years 5 months ago
Taxidermy…?
Seren
16 years 5 months ago
Hahahaha LMAO no way huni
Nordic cloud
16 years 5 months ago
Oh I see the film of this