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Originally Posted by Lurcita
yo mama so goth she makes robert smith dream about every night
heh i tried
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You tried? Not very well... You didn't even write a coherent sentence. 
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A SPIDER sewed at night
Without a light
Upon an arc of white.
If ruff it was of dame
Or shroud of gnome,
Himself, himself inform.
Of immortality
His strategy
Was physiognomy.
--Emily Dickinson
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