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I worked for every edge Of this unskippable stone That won't slide through fingers For such easy pleasures. No **** silouette Not an eye catching Form, barely turned To soft by tide. If easy is what you Want If perfect is the number Of skips you can count On one hand, Then I suggest you You undress your Cravings. For supple skin like Hair and nail will too be Clipped. There is no Faultless form Smooth enough To slip through Heart and hand Unless it is Your own.
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Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC
I worked for every edge
I worked for every edge Of this unskippable stone That won't slide through fingers For such easy pleasures. No **** silouette Not an eye catching Form, barely turned To soft by tide. If easy is what you Want If perfect is the number Of skips you can count On one hand, Then I suggest you You undress your Cravings. For supple skin like Hair and nail will too be Clipped. There is no Faultless form Smooth enough To slip through Heart and hand Unless it is Your own.
ann-milner
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Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC
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