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When my fingers are gripped Around the trigger, It is you Who pries them away.
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Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 11:53 AM UTC
trigger finger
When my fingers are gripped Around the trigger, It is you Who pries them away.
courtney-snodgrass
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Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 11:53 AM UTC
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