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by zouhr

twelve back at twenty hungry hands and dirtier words wavering affection that won't stay long ten back at eighteen none ice cold nor lazy scowl can it grow when the lights are on?

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zouhr

24 / Jakarta

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zouhr

24 / Jakarta

Published

Sep 5, 2018

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Notes: what is this math bullshit

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