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after the dyin I after all the dyin -- she speaks in soft riddles I listen -- we are so tea bag useless in this inane world lets leave -- i am a mountain you seem so cloudlike pure and real -- i naked your body's tender fertility with whatever you want -- what do you want? -- riddle me softly with true tears -- let us see eachother YOU and I -- naked -- body and mind
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Nov 12, 2010
Nov 12, 2010 at 10:35 AM UTC
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after the dyin I after all the dyin -- she speaks in soft riddles I listen -- we are so tea bag useless in this inane world lets leave -- i am a mountain you seem so cloudlike pure and real -- i naked your body's tender fertility with whatever you want -- what do you want? -- riddle me softly with true tears -- let us see eachother YOU and I -- naked -- body and mind
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Nov 12, 2010
Nov 12, 2010 at 10:35 AM UTC
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