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typhoid
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when i closed my eyes i could feel your lips and tounge but not the flavor of your voice.
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Marjorie
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It so often "lingers" on tongues teeth lips minds But in the end, it disappears And you find yourself looking for something Something you lost. But you really cannot remember what it was. It must not have been important.
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Aaron
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i can still taste her skin, and her lips.
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kx21
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odor or fragrance...
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nannny
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kool-aid flavors are no longer known by fruits. they are now known by their colors.
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reno sweeney
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she didn't miss her personality, or lack of personality. having a conversation with her was like drinking tea that hadn't seeped long enough, or a secret candy flavour that you're supposed to guess. we're all fools for persuasion. so if someone said she was wonderful, she was. she thought the candies tasted like banana, but after she thought about it she realized that banana was a stupid flavor for a candy, anyways. they ended up kissing. they sat in her car for lack of other places to spontaneously combust, cracking lines from the show and stroking each other's hair. she'd bought breath mints with her last sixtyfive cents. he'd brushed his teeth when he was waiting for her. she made stupid conversation about prom : "how was prom?" .pause "it was great. really fun." "how was she?" "fine." "new boyfriend?" "yeah. don't know him too well." .pause "do you miss her?" "no." "did she have a good time?" "yeah, she did." "did she look good?" "she looked alright." "she's pretty." .pause "you're pretty." .kiss don't really know how he feels about anything but she can only come to the savage conclusion that this is more amazing than anything else she'd ever considered. sensitive. personality. funny ears? eh. for the first time she wanted to be arm in arm with him. it was never like that drinking stale tea.
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phil
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I can eat everything, except coconut. It makes me die, well not actually die...I'm not sure what it does. It sort of gets rejected from the whole digestive process. If I relax and just smell it, it smells sort of sweet, and I can even have a little taste, which I can understand would be good. But there is just another layer to the flavor that no one knows about. I can't really place it, but it's gross, that's all I know. I suppose if I would sample various types of bacteria growing on poo I would eventually come across the flavor again. And for more obvious reasons cooked brocoli and spinach stay right there on the plate, and any little macaronis that happen to rub up against them stay there too.
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thea
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her boyfriend he don't know anything about her he's too stoned he's too stoned he's too stoned he's too stoned i wish that i could make her see she's just the flavor of the weak...
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circumvent
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SHE IS REDUCED TO BROWN, STALE SAUCE ON BUTTERED POPCORN AS THE GIMP IS DIAGNOSED WITH MYOPIA! OHHHHHHHH DEAR! Suck on some billygoats and weave a basket of tears, then see me after class.
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060213
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what's it to you?
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