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Dec 2014
his body is like a book you know by hand, and you can keep reading it over and over again and never get tired or bored with it. every page is a small surprise, a victory; i look at him, and he's mine. i look at him and i deserve this. god, how i deserve this.
moonblushes
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   Kate Irons
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