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It is not that loathsome sin of murmuring That I am constantly loathing It’s the fact that I’m not praising The trail comes but I cover my eyes And grit my teeth to bare the lies Instead of fixing them on the one who hears my cry’s

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Des-ire

18 / M / Chehalis

For You?

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Des-ire

18 / M / Chehalis

Published: Feb 17, 2021
Time: 1m

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