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Apr 2015
Those hands they'd be like snow, for ice could glow in your eyes.
Don't compromise this moment we have, adjust the volume to max
We're the only ones here in this terrace flat, come round and we can chat for ages, take it smoothly, in stages; turn me up, feel through my pages, purrrrrrr
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NothingInMotion
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