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Sep 2015
Your finger tips travel over me as I decide
That being in control
And aware all the time is tiring.
I let your hands and your lips and your teeth
Be the only thing in my world
Other than the cold of the air on my *******.
Grace Turner
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Grace Turner  In my bubble
(In my bubble)   
   Sara Leal, --- and GaryFairy
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