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I can't fit in your pocket, that kind of love is too much. Such a dreamy coffin, when all I wanted was your touch.
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Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 12:42 PM UTC
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I can't fit in your pocket, that kind of love is too much. Such a dreamy coffin, when all I wanted was your touch.
thomas-w-case
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59/M/Clear Lake
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 12:42 PM UTC
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