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Osteoperosis

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March 29, 2013

Osteoperosis by ~TheStoyTeller

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Suggested by Lintu47

TheStoyTeller

Published: Feb 5, 2013

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Words and bones
are sticks and stones
and they will surely kill me

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EDIT: Wow, I really did not expect to get a DD from this, but I will take it! Its really awesome how supportive everyone as the art community is so thanks so ,much everyone from the bottom of my heart. Love you guys!

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BasileVigny

Mar 31, 2013

Very beautiful

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