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Today anybody is the right body, taut and lean, exploiting youth. Flesh is flesh on flesh, smooth and seamless. Making love is not love; purely a fabrication that lures in any susceptible soul with salty, passionate promises. Bodies fall victim to bodies, deluded by ecstasy over and over and over again. Though they may release a double negative at some point in time, lips never lie.
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Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 1:56 AM UTC
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Today anybody is the right body, taut and lean, exploiting youth. Flesh is flesh on flesh, smooth and seamless. Making love is not love; purely a fabrication that lures in any susceptible soul with salty, passionate promises. Bodies fall victim to bodies, deluded by ecstasy over and over and over again. Though they may release a double negative at some point in time, lips never lie.
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Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 1:56 AM UTC
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