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I like to put my feet up on the wall and cross my legs over the tile it feels comfortable and smooth this is my bastion vast and wet and screaming for a release. but most often it's a quiet place a temple I've built to worship you in where words echo somberly invaders demand their boat back and ask if it floats it does
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 11:45 AM UTC
bastion
I like to put my feet up on the wall and cross my legs over the tile it feels comfortable and smooth this is my bastion vast and wet and screaming for a release. but most often it's a quiet place a temple I've built to worship you in where words echo somberly invaders demand their boat back and ask if it floats it does
m-eastman
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 11:45 AM UTC
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