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The soft burning candle flame dripping liquid wax, melting as the passion scolds those too bold and free. A pressed moment; bodies pressed together - communion. Like meat-machines ******* is that what you said? (are you dead? and if not, why am I talking to the sky?)
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Aug 24, 2011
Aug 24, 2011 at 7:15 AM UTC
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The soft burning candle flame dripping liquid wax, melting as the passion scolds those too bold and free. A pressed moment; bodies pressed together - communion. Like meat-machines ******* is that what you said? (are you dead? and if not, why am I talking to the sky?)
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Aug 24, 2011
Aug 24, 2011 at 7:15 AM UTC
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