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afterwards, lying there, panting, throats raw from roaring, finger-shaped bruises all over, too sore to move, when we slowly uncloud from the bliss, do we even remember the moves?
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Jun 22, 2010
Jun 22, 2010 at 12:35 PM UTC
the beast with two backs
afterwards, lying there, panting, throats raw from roaring, finger-shaped bruises all over, too sore to move, when we slowly uncloud from the bliss, do we even remember the moves?
- november 2009
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Jun 22, 2010
Jun 22, 2010 at 12:35 PM UTC
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