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e-mail rant 4 in my poem you have boo boos? i was very frustrated, thank you love your ow and waning something love your ow detached feels like chemicals bitch rather bluntly i think i'm tuna, chocolate and ebola tuna it smelled like girls swooned don't hurt the sky o the pope is uranium ebola parents sat anthrax, i like that ebola happens, ebola juice i'm drinking what? cat barf too and abortions you feel but i couldn't a fossil coughs so he does the cooking i cried chronic eyelids well, you are my mind hope your an infection i cried i felt strangely stuck to the crotch i love your miscarriages, mmm she says i love girdle trolls and that sweet assessment yuck, that sweet assessment to the crotch chocolate and ebola stress cream office feels like chemicals bitch dirty fingernails you couldn't handle you couldn't handle eyebrows i could walk away she handles you easy but i've been very hyper smash the computers, so what whatever acute treees print exposed with sensual ladies rewarding anything was a psychiatrist a spacey bimbo who handled dirty fingernails? so what, smash the carob trolls in atrocious cream i've been carob eyebrows i've been acute trees
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