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Murder? By lead pipe. I always suspected her. It’s Mrs. Peacock!
By Chanelle3 years ago in Poets
She’s blue like berry, chewing on tomato soup. Wonka is to blame.
Gorgonzola cheese; sharp, deep, intoxicating. She aged, just like that.
Blue is the rarest, they’re all vegetarian. The stakes are too high. . .
OH F*CK! NOT TODAY!!! of all days, my wedding day?! Exploding. Ink. Pen.
All dark b4 u. Changing the game 4ever - blue mutated eyes. <3
