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Dragging a heart shaped paragon in mine pocket It's cut Bruised Wanting to be seen and used... Sorrowing in its own plasma claret... Is this the only beautiful one left? For its  gone unnoticed Ready to take the highway out Wherein other vessels as itself Art beautiful on clouds, Flagrantly regarded Not obscured and departed.... But for another to touch it... To squeeze it in the most pleasurable way!!!!
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 8:41 AM UTC
Squeeze vessel....
Dragging a heart shaped paragon in mine pocket It's cut Bruised Wanting to be seen and used... Sorrowing in its own plasma claret... Is this the only beautiful one left? For its  gone unnoticed Ready to take the highway out Wherein other vessels as itself Art beautiful on clouds, Flagrantly regarded Not obscured and departed.... But for another to touch it... To squeeze it in the most pleasurable way!!!!
brandon-nagley
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 8:41 AM UTC
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