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well, I'm a foreign dialect, and musically uninclined, I'm the exoticism fetishized by old white men who want a Greek-Italian- Latina-Persian harem. I am the the voice that doesn't match the body, the long-limbed and quiet. My insides are not my outsides, my tenderness with them won't be afforded to you, not just yet. And I lick the wrapper on every dark chocolate bar, my O-mouth on every milkshake straw, knowing I am being watched
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May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 9:14 PM UTC
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well, I'm a foreign dialect, and musically uninclined, I'm the exoticism fetishized by old white men who want a Greek-Italian- Latina-Persian harem. I am the the voice that doesn't match the body, the long-limbed and quiet. My insides are not my outsides, my tenderness with them won't be afforded to you, not just yet. And I lick the wrapper on every dark chocolate bar, my O-mouth on every milkshake straw, knowing I am being watched
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May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 9:14 PM UTC
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