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Something hard, yet soft Arms snaking into Arms, moving of their own Accord, against my will A hand at my throat grips Tight, light, a bright light Lightly I ask is it you And you say back Yes
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Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 1:42 PM UTC
Arms
Something hard, yet soft Arms snaking into Arms, moving of their own Accord, against my will A hand at my throat grips Tight, light, a bright light Lightly I ask is it you And you say back Yes
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Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 1:42 PM UTC
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