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He's got mysterious eyes which stare at me directly. He's got fleshy lips which bite dangerously. Here comes an unexpected feeling; somewhat predictable before us. He's got a smile whose simplicity charms me. He's got a heart whose size I don't care. Here comes an unbecoming feeling; unbecoming to the mind, but not to the flesh.
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Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 6:20 PM UTC
Unbecoming
He's got mysterious eyes which stare at me directly. He's got fleshy lips which bite dangerously. Here comes an unexpected feeling; somewhat predictable before us. He's got a smile whose simplicity charms me. He's got a heart whose size I don't care. Here comes an unbecoming feeling; unbecoming to the mind, but not to the flesh.
jonasgoncalves
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Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 6:20 PM UTC
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