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how would he give me his leather jacket the temperature brisk collar wool mystery of compassion in pockets given by two hands placed on my skinny shoulders would he concentrate on me wrapping in something so new it feels warm how does he stare at me a force to be reckoned with reveal your plan who is the display of a motive
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
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how would he give me his leather jacket the temperature brisk collar wool mystery of compassion in pockets given by two hands placed on my skinny shoulders would he concentrate on me wrapping in something so new it feels warm how does he stare at me a force to be reckoned with reveal your plan who is the display of a motive
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
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