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I light the gas put on the kettle You like tea, don't you? I'm a coffe person actually But you like tea and I'm hopelessly lost I'm grabbing things from the refrigerator left right and centre What do you eat for breakfast? I'm inhaling memories drinking sensation dining on your touch not remembering much Your form of sensual chloroform is sensational The kettles boiled the cups are still empty your touch on my lower back is heavenly I'm not sure I'm where I need to be the kitchen you say? Shall we?
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Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 3:53 AM UTC
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I light the gas put on the kettle You like tea, don't you? I'm a coffe person actually But you like tea and I'm hopelessly lost I'm grabbing things from the refrigerator left right and centre What do you eat for breakfast? I'm inhaling memories drinking sensation dining on your touch not remembering much Your form of sensual chloroform is sensational The kettles boiled the cups are still empty your touch on my lower back is heavenly I'm not sure I'm where I need to be the kitchen you say? Shall we?
helen
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Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 3:53 AM UTC
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