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He tasted dry, When licked with sour spit. His scent was foul. Broad hands rejected Curling feet. Met by scowling eyes, He criticised me with love.
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Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 7:45 AM UTC
Leather Love
He tasted dry, When licked with sour spit. His scent was foul. Broad hands rejected Curling feet. Met by scowling eyes, He criticised me with love.
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Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 7:45 AM UTC
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