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Jan 2015
He Would Burn Holes In My Skin With His Mouth. . .
The Hickies He Left Me Were Stamps Of All The Places He Took Me. . .
But,

He Didn't Want A Girl Who Wouldn't Go Down On Him . . .
Alexis Marie Solis
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