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she didn’t have much of a waist but she had a great *** she wears a gown, black or white, probably black because i always wore white. hushed into the velvet witch of night she drives her blue subaru down the lake road and sings a simple harmony until the crow moon carries her back to her plumwood bed.
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Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 3:24 AM UTC
i always wore white
she didn’t have much of a waist but she had a great *** she wears a gown, black or white, probably black because i always wore white. hushed into the velvet witch of night she drives her blue subaru down the lake road and sings a simple harmony until the crow moon carries her back to her plumwood bed.
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Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 3:24 AM UTC
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