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Tuesday, 2 October 2007

crabs in my vagina

Posted by Crab at 7:01 am

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Oh sand woes,

A contorted and twisted body is lifted from the old grave before you, it turns in mid air so your eyes lock in connection and you realise with fear that the carcass is your own.
 

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