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A sweaty finger, and blinded eye Aimlessly wandering amid muffled grunts Lead me here And turn me there Whirring fan, outdoes the sounds Suddenly deafened by padded walls Let me guide you around My fingers in your hand The world flipped, and was Turned upside down When suddenly I, Was leading around. Careful, Touch. Oh- Don’t make a sound
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Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 12:02 AM UTC
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A sweaty finger, and blinded eye Aimlessly wandering amid muffled grunts Lead me here And turn me there Whirring fan, outdoes the sounds Suddenly deafened by padded walls Let me guide you around My fingers in your hand The world flipped, and was Turned upside down When suddenly I, Was leading around. Careful, Touch. Oh- Don’t make a sound
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Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 12:02 AM UTC
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