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one fist fits all so puke like a pro you look like my friend and my friend, she’s dead and I like the idea of the world being born with a sound sentiments aside you can’t hold me my *****  jet powered my body- torpedo the no hold of nets can’t close you’re the pretty one let me touch the pretty one again I’m too loud to be creepy I’m just sneaky with small questions bare thighs and nasty noises
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Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 8:53 AM UTC
Nasty Noises
one fist fits all so puke like a pro you look like my friend and my friend, she’s dead and I like the idea of the world being born with a sound sentiments aside you can’t hold me my *****  jet powered my body- torpedo the no hold of nets can’t close you’re the pretty one let me touch the pretty one again I’m too loud to be creepy I’m just sneaky with small questions bare thighs and nasty noises
yokomolotov
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Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 8:53 AM UTC
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