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don't turn around i got your back in my sockets       hands in pockets sick with emotion    motion sickness got me driving circles around you they say it's fluid i say it's more like fire flames licking over the female form if kitchen tiles can swallow up a woman now would be the time
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Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 5:24 AM UTC
the female form
don't turn around i got your back in my sockets       hands in pockets sick with emotion    motion sickness got me driving circles around you they say it's fluid i say it's more like fire flames licking over the female form if kitchen tiles can swallow up a woman now would be the time
#woman#desire#love
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Belgrade
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 5:24 AM UTC
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