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Monday, April 2, 2012

simonpoetically: PUBLIC DUMPSITE

simonpoetically: PUBLIC DUMPSITE: Towering high, conspicuously mighty Obnoxious, murky, stinking-filthy Midst the sophistication That is paved manicured city stre...
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