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twitching thighs a skin deep kiss your love goes to your curled toes and you grip with your nails onto velvet skin thats paper-thin as if it's all you have left to live for a minute you don't miss a high worth the 15 minutes you wipe your lips adjust your hips get up and zip inhale carbon monoxide reminds you of the moment in your garage fade out into the shadow the door left
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Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 7:46 AM UTC
prostituting the soul
twitching thighs a skin deep kiss your love goes to your curled toes and you grip with your nails onto velvet skin thats paper-thin as if it's all you have left to live for a minute you don't miss a high worth the 15 minutes you wipe your lips adjust your hips get up and zip inhale carbon monoxide reminds you of the moment in your garage fade out into the shadow the door left
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Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 7:46 AM UTC
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