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Just beat it. I hear it, the jangle of you buckle, the swaying of youre knuckles. faster, faster the swift motions come, when will I see youre face? Is it after you *** MJ's blaring in my mind, I cant escape the feeling the thought of you peeling, back the skin to where we begin, in time, out of time, are you ready to burst? I knock on your door, Im dieing of thirst.
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Sep 21, 2011
Sep 21, 2011 at 9:29 AM UTC
Wankin' in da jacks
Just beat it. I hear it, the jangle of you buckle, the swaying of youre knuckles. faster, faster the swift motions come, when will I see youre face? Is it after you *** MJ's blaring in my mind, I cant escape the feeling the thought of you peeling, back the skin to where we begin, in time, out of time, are you ready to burst? I knock on your door, Im dieing of thirst.
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Sep 21, 2011
Sep 21, 2011 at 9:29 AM UTC
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