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A dark haired loser and a kaleidoscope girl with a perfect *** What will happen when we overflow? Will we forget, just for a while how we're not supposed to? I'm worried. Or aren't I? I wish I was. Don't I? If I do and if I am, then maybe we won't. And that would be... Okay My head is all snakes and your skin, pale and writhing, and I wonder what the weather's like in Ireland. Mild, probably. My usual rhythm is ****** when I hear a sound you make. You throw me off balance and I'm worried I'll fall right past my reservations, and into a pit of pale skin and poisonous snakes.
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Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 6:49 PM UTC
Pale Skin and Poisonous Snakes
A dark haired loser and a kaleidoscope girl with a perfect *** What will happen when we overflow? Will we forget, just for a while how we're not supposed to? I'm worried. Or aren't I? I wish I was. Don't I? If I do and if I am, then maybe we won't. And that would be... Okay My head is all snakes and your skin, pale and writhing, and I wonder what the weather's like in Ireland. Mild, probably. My usual rhythm is ****** when I hear a sound you make. You throw me off balance and I'm worried I'll fall right past my reservations, and into a pit of pale skin and poisonous snakes.
jaime-nautte
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Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 6:49 PM UTC
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