the shiny surface
the dry crunch
the salty tongue
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read the thrilling thoughts of a 33 year old man who should know better tumbling backwards through the thorny hedgerows of existence his words will lift your inner light from candle to sunshine while making sure you miss out on the fluorescent strip bulb tho'that ain't a promise ite?
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