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Apr 2023
I'm alone whilst touching flesh, heart to heart, blood to blood.
Sticks for hands grab at a bended waist and the hair tangles with every ******.
I can now forget to blow out my head, I'll be late anyway
Jay earnest
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Jay earnest  30/M/Socal
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