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Sit naked Like children matting the lives they may never have Pit patting innocence on the floor With tiny, ***** feet. Simplicity in the curve of her bottom And the writhe her legs give me Infantly pleased to see me Heroicly ignoring the bitterness of an espresso We can sit together, one day And chime on our shields She can play me music And I can draw her worlds And toggle life from death Switch from fight to flee While she makes melodies That answer to my name Just my funny name I can't imagine Anymore Crisps think less Chips have been sectioned Never knowing,never fearing As something so unlike myself
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 6:10 AM UTC
Living Wriggling
Sit naked Like children matting the lives they may never have Pit patting innocence on the floor With tiny, ***** feet. Simplicity in the curve of her bottom And the writhe her legs give me Infantly pleased to see me Heroicly ignoring the bitterness of an espresso We can sit together, one day And chime on our shields She can play me music And I can draw her worlds And toggle life from death Switch from fight to flee While she makes melodies That answer to my name Just my funny name I can't imagine Anymore Crisps think less Chips have been sectioned Never knowing,never fearing As something so unlike myself
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 6:10 AM UTC
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