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All created stories have to follow . We do not allow any sexually related material. The Doll Palace will be enforcing this rule and completely blocking access to the accounts that disregard our policy and create sexually oriented stories.
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Hi, my name is Farm
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 | my head is thick like paint. [poem] |
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 5 with 5 vote(s)
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| Created: 2009-07-10 17:13:09 |
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A lot of people disappear,
Only a few remain intact.
And we'll drown in our own fear,
It'll be abstract.
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We'll paint a story with our tongues,
And you'll hear the screams inside.
We'll feel the air within our lungs,
Pushing away our pride.
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Our thoughts are molded with a knife,
That never causes pain.
But we will make them come to life,
In the time that still remains.
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Us tortured artists create the ignoramus,
Putting ideas in their head.
But none of our work will become famous,
Unless we end up dead. |
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