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Sep 2014
I hate him and his mouth
and the speed in which it moves.

I, of a slower tongue can not keep up
and so I imagine my door slamming shut on his lips and me jumping and shouting everything that I could not say.
mhm
Marie-Niege
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Marie-Niege
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   Kagami, r and SPT
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