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here is my jar of perfume
to cleanse the dirt from the road;
do with it as you please)
here is my hair to dry
your holy feet with
(i can’t leave you but you can leave me.)
By h. b. on 11.18.2013
They follow his blood, speaking not, but the wisdom of his tongue. The blasphemy burns through the iron casket, speaking with words so vile, they burn. Flesh burns everywhere, the scent encases the earth.
By Lizzie Summers on 11.18.2013
Quero me tornar membro do One Word, já que sou cliente TAM fidelidade nº 68889523
By Cezar Antonio Schiavo on 11.18.2013
I am not anyone’s disciple, but if I were to be someone’s it would be you.!
By fisch on 11.18.2013
a division of Identity Crisis, Inc.