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Mar 2017
You tell me the higher you go up my thigh, the warmer it gets
That's because you are reaching closer and closer to home
Your resting place
And when you eventually enter, our souls will become one.
Not everyone deserves to enter your house, because some come to ****, steal or destroy.
Mistry
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Mistry  33/F/South Africa
(33/F/South Africa)   
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