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I don’t know what to order so I order the cheapest thing on the menu I don’t know if you have lotion, but if you do could I use some you pulled something out of your pocket, that attracts the consumer I’m sure it looked lip balm, it looked like blush, but it was lotion you walked me to your place made me a whisky and soda you had mint, you put it in before then I had read about that only in novels I didn’t go home soon I was thinking of polyamory, the next morning at noon the next morning at noon curly hair, brown skin, brown skin, curly hair nose ring, curly hair, brown skin, nose ring, and curly hair guilt guilt guilt guilt guilt guilt guilt guilt in the morning I’m mourning over my Catholic upbringing and do I always have to tell the truth when I write something I don’t wanna drink and drive like I don’t wanna drink and make love make love with a woman I don’t wanna drink and just fritter and **** away **** off guilty conscience you’re wrong socialized conscience let me dip my feet, let me submerge
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Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
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I don’t know what to order so I order the cheapest thing on the menu I don’t know if you have lotion, but if you do could I use some you pulled something out of your pocket, that attracts the consumer I’m sure it looked lip balm, it looked like blush, but it was lotion you walked me to your place made me a whisky and soda you had mint, you put it in before then I had read about that only in novels I didn’t go home soon I was thinking of polyamory, the next morning at noon the next morning at noon curly hair, brown skin, brown skin, curly hair nose ring, curly hair, brown skin, nose ring, and curly hair guilt guilt guilt guilt guilt guilt guilt guilt in the morning I’m mourning over my Catholic upbringing and do I always have to tell the truth when I write something I don’t wanna drink and drive like I don’t wanna drink and make love make love with a woman I don’t wanna drink and just fritter and **** away **** off guilty conscience you’re wrong socialized conscience let me dip my feet, let me submerge
madeleine-toerne
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madeleine-toerne
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
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