Hollow-Holler
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February 28, 2008 - 9:54
I come from a long line of god-fearing girls, who've been good enough to offer me their surplus oral analgesics along the way (the expiration dates mean nothing!), which is "The sum of all my parts=what I can do for you". Now my face is held mushed against a vault door. When I'm not spitting, I'm drooling and numb tongued.
And all I want is more.
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