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I echo your curves, fluids push into every corner. You hold, your stance immaculate. I am cocooned in your harmony, your stability. You flatter me. Filled with the highest of energy, we revel in our chambers of combustion. We are not fossils yet.
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Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 5:26 PM UTC
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I echo your curves, fluids push into every corner. You hold, your stance immaculate. I am cocooned in your harmony, your stability. You flatter me. Filled with the highest of energy, we revel in our chambers of combustion. We are not fossils yet.
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Shericalcritter
Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 5:26 PM UTC
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