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Jan 2017
to all my titos come of age
you speak words I understand
stand at the door wanting out
howl at every moon
need
to recreate
I get that
but I'll be **** you
may pull the blinds down
climb up to the top of the window
look out
at bighead
or whatever feline stud
is out there
arch those backs when I pet you,
it aint happening,
girls
wordvango
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wordvango
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