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Famished-- you have me. Dehydrated from your touch, you have drained me entirely. Knowing not how deserted I have placed myself deprived of relief will you attest to my suffering? ********** my skin-- will you carry my heart like you rattle my bones (when we kiss) I am not mistaken nor foolish for wanting to stay.
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Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 11:02 AM UTC
Let Me Be Honest
Famished-- you have me. Dehydrated from your touch, you have drained me entirely. Knowing not how deserted I have placed myself deprived of relief will you attest to my suffering? ********** my skin-- will you carry my heart like you rattle my bones (when we kiss) I am not mistaken nor foolish for wanting to stay.
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Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 11:02 AM UTC
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