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Mar 2011
She has consumed my thoughts,
in such a way I cannot speak when I see her.
I have a must to her drug
her softness glow in my very deep note.
What’s the game of chance to give,
let’s destroy the only.
I can make you forever
don't hold back it’s a must.
Let the jingles tickle your moans.
And when you sleep,
what are you looking for.
Tell me
love wants to **** us.
Afraid.
Walk, it's nothing really.
Were dreaming now
keep it with us
lets contemplate on how will you leave?
How little of too much beauty you behold.
I won’t lie,
this is my extreme.
Saturn
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