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Jul 2016
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I'd tease myself but what's the point?
Smoking hot, like the end of my joint

Body blazing with untapped desires
Feel it building, as I get higher and higher

Feel it burning, my little hot box
Still I'm yearning, hear the the gun ****

Barrel to my head, still searching for pleasure
Pull the trigger already, a fruitless endeavor
You'll never get me off like my fantasies do
D
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D  25/Canada
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