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Nov 26
oh death and her serene lap
just let me take a nap
soft cushion like thighs
what would a man do but just cut off his eyes
her smile is divine
her lips have black ****
just a hint of comfort
just a moment of tranquillity
no words can describe you beauty
oh divine miss death take me to your motel
just let me spend a night with my head over your thighs
haha wrote this cinge while crying in a class full of happy faces today
egg hot pot
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egg hot pot  17/Trans Female
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