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Jun 2020
they try
to **** you dry
every last drop
of hope and kindness
they want to see just how
dry they can squeeze you.

a little game you see,
one thats not to understand
the sweetness of the juice,
but one to watch you see
as they flex their
skill of the purposeful spill.
cold blooded the game
topacio
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topacio  F/Los Angeles
(F/Los Angeles)   
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   MS Anjaan
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