Aug 2015
She whimpers atop
Stairwell; I pass by, never
Even to wipe but one tear.
Stairwell; I pass by, never
Even to wipe but one tear.
Though I’ve thought about trying the “Heero Yuy;” I tear her invitation, she says, “but why?” I shred the invitation and mutter, “I’ll **** you.” HOT!
(Guangzhou, China)
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