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The next time you touch my thigh Remind yourself that it's only a taste The breast, ankle and lamp shade eyelids are breakfast if you want them to be I could kiss the romance of other women out of your mouth if you want me to Milk bones, quail fingers and brown coating are lunch if you want them to be I could replace your spine with a magnolia tree but only if you want me to Roasted brown eyes, ocean deep belly button and wheat ******* Afternoon anatomy The taste often ruins the feast
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Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 9:13 AM UTC
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The next time you touch my thigh Remind yourself that it's only a taste The breast, ankle and lamp shade eyelids are breakfast if you want them to be I could kiss the romance of other women out of your mouth if you want me to Milk bones, quail fingers and brown coating are lunch if you want them to be I could replace your spine with a magnolia tree but only if you want me to Roasted brown eyes, ocean deep belly button and wheat ******* Afternoon anatomy The taste often ruins the feast
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Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 9:13 AM UTC
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