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Jul 2019
fill my glass, 'tender
fill it nice and slow
i feel my body swaying
but i'm not yet ready to go
drown me in your whiskey
let me imbibe in your wine
**** me softly with these spirits
and i'll run till the end of mine
Marla
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Marla  24/F/Seattle
(24/F/Seattle)   
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