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Jan 2016
my jaw is clenched
my teeth gritted
she thinks I'm a *******
but she loves the ***
her body is there when I'm hungry
her moans are louder than demons
her heart isn't in it
neither am I
it's back to nodding after this
it feels like a pinch
needles are nicer than you
Blaine smith
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   Bianca Reyes
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