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You know what? It may not feel real to you, but It does to me. Lies so often that it’s uprooted my own Sense of sensibility. Gentle, loving touch I feel it deep shivers down my back The services you render I haven’t seen Since I ran Allroy off the track. Peck rapidly with your thumbs Although you can barely read. But here I stay, I care I can’t explain the need.
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Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 11:46 AM UTC
By the Gaslight
You know what? It may not feel real to you, but It does to me. Lies so often that it’s uprooted my own Sense of sensibility. Gentle, loving touch I feel it deep shivers down my back The services you render I haven’t seen Since I ran Allroy off the track. Peck rapidly with your thumbs Although you can barely read. But here I stay, I care I can’t explain the need.
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Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 11:46 AM UTC
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