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Oct 2015
she is cold & wet inside of my ear, belly round with meat & *******      she is skirt shoved to bruised knees, enveloped with lukewarm milk & sin      this is a deflowering, drunk with divine offering & bottled sighs.
truth is, you've got a murderer showing you apple's ecstacy.
cashmere
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cashmere  graveyards
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