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your teeth are razors gentle razors sliding over a galaxy of me neck and fingers and chest knees shoulders back stomach lips nose ears cheeks you could **** me you know with those gentle razors stuck in your skull cut me open and pull me apart spill me on the floor
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Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 12:07 AM UTC
Teeth
your teeth are razors gentle razors sliding over a galaxy of me neck and fingers and chest knees shoulders back stomach lips nose ears cheeks you could **** me you know with those gentle razors stuck in your skull cut me open and pull me apart spill me on the floor
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Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 12:07 AM UTC
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