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catching different sorts of insects the feeling of Earth on your bare feet feeling like a millionaire with any coin you find the humid wind making your hair heavy your height being level to an adults **** for years some sort of sugary substance attached to my cheeks hours of boredom, which we would **** for as adults closeness with siblings, never to be regained. and if there were such thing as reincarnation, would childhood summers be like this all over again?
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Jun 26, 2010
Jun 26, 2010 at 10:58 PM UTC
child
catching different sorts of insects the feeling of Earth on your bare feet feeling like a millionaire with any coin you find the humid wind making your hair heavy your height being level to an adults **** for years some sort of sugary substance attached to my cheeks hours of boredom, which we would **** for as adults closeness with siblings, never to be regained. and if there were such thing as reincarnation, would childhood summers be like this all over again?
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Jun 26, 2010
Jun 26, 2010 at 10:58 PM UTC
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