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Jul 2014
the red lipstick smeared on your lips makes me
want you to leave hues on every inch of me

we're sinning everyday and we'll probably go to
hell, but jesus christ i don't care because i've
already tasted heaven on your ******* hips

and ****, it's not that i love you, it's that you
taste so good you almost make me want to
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elle
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elle  LA
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