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From working you get wounds ****** clothes in washing machines Then you sit beside and wait with spinning thoughts doing nothing but caress your skin and fantasize to do that together with whom and how and excitingly beautiful the wounds would heal and also, very gently with the nails scratching the scabs
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Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 3:20 AM UTC
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From working you get wounds ****** clothes in washing machines Then you sit beside and wait with spinning thoughts doing nothing but caress your skin and fantasize to do that together with whom and how and excitingly beautiful the wounds would heal and also, very gently with the nails scratching the scabs
Collection “BloodTrunk”
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 3:20 AM UTC
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