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I call off the night with a growling, thunderous appetite for affection. Just when I think my brain may explode from overstimulation, I encounter a yearning for an uncomplicated embrace. I am in awe of these beautiful, strange people. Magnificent spirits worthy of everything their heart desires. With a tightly clenched jaw and throbbing eyes, I am overwhelmed with wonder. Magic comes about in an abrupt fashion.
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Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 5:46 PM UTC
Hunger
I call off the night with a growling, thunderous appetite for affection. Just when I think my brain may explode from overstimulation, I encounter a yearning for an uncomplicated embrace. I am in awe of these beautiful, strange people. Magnificent spirits worthy of everything their heart desires. With a tightly clenched jaw and throbbing eyes, I am overwhelmed with wonder. Magic comes about in an abrupt fashion.
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Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 5:46 PM UTC
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