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i have this longingness, tugging at my soul and soles. they're wearing out as i sit motionless. my free spirit continues to be soft spoken, reminding me of unfulfilled hornyness during teen years. ********** through time, i will be on the road parallel to crime. unlike here and now. i look forward to the day this is the recent past, for i will be on the ultimate move.
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Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 1:44 AM UTC
vagabond in a stag nation
i have this longingness, tugging at my soul and soles. they're wearing out as i sit motionless. my free spirit continues to be soft spoken, reminding me of unfulfilled hornyness during teen years. ********** through time, i will be on the road parallel to crime. unlike here and now. i look forward to the day this is the recent past, for i will be on the ultimate move.
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Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 1:44 AM UTC
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