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May 2013
HECK....it fells great when u r all wobbly....
No sense but a happy feeling....
Dare you talk to me...won't reply u...
Drunk guy...dosen't make any sense to you...
Feeling anguish...sometimes LUST...
As i see those bodies shake and dance...
Need ...but i don't have any last chances....
To gain my senses.....
Heck...
AM. DRUNK.
Sukanya Basu
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Sukanya Basu  23/F/Nowhere
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