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i crave something different this time around i'm not searching for answers or creating the questions my shell has eroded plain to see leaving a pale-skinned lamb to bake in the sun whether its 8 in the morning or a quarter to 2 the mornings are vacant without you while i might be hiding my craving for touch at least i'm not hiding a closeted lust for everyone who shows you fabricated trust
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Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 3:15 PM UTC
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i crave something different this time around i'm not searching for answers or creating the questions my shell has eroded plain to see leaving a pale-skinned lamb to bake in the sun whether its 8 in the morning or a quarter to 2 the mornings are vacant without you while i might be hiding my craving for touch at least i'm not hiding a closeted lust for everyone who shows you fabricated trust
oliveah
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Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 3:15 PM UTC
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