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May 2016
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You pointed to where she'd thrown the glass against the wall and then
traced the veins of my neck with your
nails,
clammish things with a lust for
god knows what
Greenie
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     marina, L B, K-mari AJani Jones, r, beth fwoah dream and 5 others
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