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I can read your skin Like a map in the dark. And every pore, Begging for more, Rises to meet my lips.
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Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 3:34 PM UTC
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I can read your skin Like a map in the dark. And every pore, Begging for more, Rises to meet my lips.
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Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 3:34 PM UTC
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