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Post by thehippyboy on Dec 8, 2008 20:09:56 GMT -5
my tabloid intestine
Motorcycle: drive, wind, death.
The jogger's baby equiped axes, twisting the melancholy outcrys- the daughter! She shimmered, a snake in a doomed prophet- Doomed is she, and we, risking my baby sweeped! sweeped! sweeped! with a wilting axe. Doomed are we.
Motorcycle: drive, twist, death.
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Post by Created2Write on Dec 11, 2008 7:45:42 GMT -5
Oh wow hippieboy, wow! This was a really well penned drop. Exalt! Peace, C2W
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Post by matw63 on Dec 11, 2008 10:33:01 GMT -5
powerful drop dude!! so much is said in this, kudos mat
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Post by bcoyotey on Dec 13, 2008 22:36:56 GMT -5
Oh my. hippie, I could feel the adrenalin flowing and the force of the unstoppable. Fantastic Drops. (hope it's not true) Lady B
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Post by jackgolden on Dec 13, 2008 23:30:11 GMT -5
prophetic and mesmerizing, the future is unknown and this is a glimpse into someone's short life.
jg
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