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Now my clothes are stained with the memory's of the boys that took them off. The ones that never bothered to learn my middle name. And I never found out their favourite colour...

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unrequited-love

South African

Published: Jul 10, 2014
LinesWords: 633

Notes: I can't get dressed without a flashback now days
Tags: #lust #sex #naked #clothes #slut #lustpoem #skank

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