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I’m not Addicted To your addictions (I think to myself with the smell of cigarette smoke and *** lingering in the air) Two days later My thighs still ache to the touch Somehow, it always hurts after we **** And you Smeared into my sheets And you Blue between my thighs Not from your banging But from my heavy slamming And that’s when I think “I’m not addicted to his addictions” (as I press rewind) “I don’t smoke”
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC
Addicted
I’m not Addicted To your addictions (I think to myself with the smell of cigarette smoke and *** lingering in the air) Two days later My thighs still ache to the touch Somehow, it always hurts after we **** And you Smeared into my sheets And you Blue between my thighs Not from your banging But from my heavy slamming And that’s when I think “I’m not addicted to his addictions” (as I press rewind) “I don’t smoke”
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC
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