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What we do in the bushes just have a look, if you are passing by we deny everything you think we kindle a blazing fire foot by foot, hand by hand what the spinner indicates one step on my blue pants one hand on the yellow sand the delay is exciting like the first time, now the other hand on the green grass one leg on the red bag until I fall over and his skin intercepts the ***** biting flies for me, just look I disappear in his fire I melt, I singe, I tremble I'm the bride again
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Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 9:32 AM UTC
Melt Singe Tremble
What we do in the bushes just have a look, if you are passing by we deny everything you think we kindle a blazing fire foot by foot, hand by hand what the spinner indicates one step on my blue pants one hand on the yellow sand the delay is exciting like the first time, now the other hand on the green grass one leg on the red bag until I fall over and his skin intercepts the ***** biting flies for me, just look I disappear in his fire I melt, I singe, I tremble I'm the bride again
Collection “Take a picture, now"
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 9:32 AM UTC
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