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*Seven times repeated waiting, burying just enough to feel the fantasy. You are almost gone. Mentally stamp't Formed and pressured. Physically unreachable.* The touch of each beat, hollow sound and unknown awareness. Relaxation is distant due to each cement wall numb, wet, rapid pulses. We know what we want. Comfort, trust, physical verbalization. Eye contact, fingers linked slipped to the left passion.
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Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 12:54 AM UTC
Dark Blood
*Seven times repeated waiting, burying just enough to feel the fantasy. You are almost gone. Mentally stamp't Formed and pressured. Physically unreachable.* The touch of each beat, hollow sound and unknown awareness. Relaxation is distant due to each cement wall numb, wet, rapid pulses. We know what we want. Comfort, trust, physical verbalization. Eye contact, fingers linked slipped to the left passion.
julia-veron
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Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 12:54 AM UTC
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