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Wrapped around an overdeveloped finger. Possesed, yet wholly worthless. Next to me, you are nothing. Sin as something gorgeous to death. Crafted from curses, lizard tongues and snakeskin. Soft as satin.
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC
"Frames."
Wrapped around an overdeveloped finger. Possesed, yet wholly worthless. Next to me, you are nothing. Sin as something gorgeous to death. Crafted from curses, lizard tongues and snakeskin. Soft as satin.
austin-heath
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC
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