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I can't remember a thing but the others pressuring glances, our lips meeting, tangled tongues and my frightened mind when you touched mine Is this really what it is?
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Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 1:47 PM UTC
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I can't remember a thing but the others pressuring glances, our lips meeting, tangled tongues and my frightened mind when you touched mine Is this really what it is?
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Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 1:47 PM UTC
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