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Sep 2010
So.
Yea.
About that night...
It was great.
But now I can't look at you
Without seeing how you made me
Feel...
intensely
good.
I bumped into you again
so I could feel your smell
Making its way down...
****!
Um.
Was I going to ask you about the homework
Or if you can still hear your lips on my...
I think it was the homework.
Written by
Aly Fatal
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