don't swerve. i'll stand here till my mouth is a crack in your windshield. i'll carve out a map of my secrets concealed. i am an open book, judged by my trash covered content. a novel idea about my best of times spent. so stop the hot presses and tape this headline on your story. "forgotten word-weaver raped of his glory." they were the hot
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<3 mer*
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amazing. awesome. wonderful. you are so talented. and you're hot too. props to eli.
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<3 Ilana
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