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Do you still taste of salt? You, playing tennis in the hot sun, and me, in my office working. Lovers with two separate lives Until I got tired of being your workhorse. Still, I miss the taste of your skin.
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Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 6:13 PM UTC
Salt
Do you still taste of salt? You, playing tennis in the hot sun, and me, in my office working. Lovers with two separate lives Until I got tired of being your workhorse. Still, I miss the taste of your skin.
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buffalo NY
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 6:13 PM UTC
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