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She is Oh god the succulent She makes void of absolutism I bellow as if the base can hear eager cries of she once led me to the well and told me to close my eyes, don't drink sip so the droplets can form worlds between your lips, your chin I'll collect the moisture from your skin.
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Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 2:05 AM UTC
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She is Oh god the succulent She makes void of absolutism I bellow as if the base can hear eager cries of she once led me to the well and told me to close my eyes, don't drink sip so the droplets can form worlds between your lips, your chin I'll collect the moisture from your skin.
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JackOfAllTrades
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JackOfAllTrades
F/Pacific Northwest
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 2:05 AM UTC
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