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You, my personal jesus. Something I can't possibly believe in. But you, I know you're it as I reach out to touch your taste. Touch my faith. Make me a believer. Teach me your ways. You, my personal jesus. You, reaching out to touch the insides of my legs. You're my own. Reach out and touch me.
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Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 9:29 AM UTC
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You, my personal jesus. Something I can't possibly believe in. But you, I know you're it as I reach out to touch your taste. Touch my faith. Make me a believer. Teach me your ways. You, my personal jesus. You, reaching out to touch the insides of my legs. You're my own. Reach out and touch me.
Do you know who Brian is?
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Dutchwoman
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 9:29 AM UTC
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