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the quiet the loud the soft the hard the hands the lips the body pressed like this touching you touching me sighing soft laughing weak the painful strokes the loving smacks i fear i'll never get it back your angel wings wrapped round me tight our future perfect and insight you
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Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 6:11 PM UTC
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the quiet the loud the soft the hard the hands the lips the body pressed like this touching you touching me sighing soft laughing weak the painful strokes the loving smacks i fear i'll never get it back your angel wings wrapped round me tight our future perfect and insight you
lynsey-nova
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Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 6:11 PM UTC
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