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Gripping. Your hands, slicked with sweat. But I had to hold it (hold it) tighter. Heights aren't scary. but I've dropped your porcelain skin one time too many. Left me wary. No more scars for us.
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC
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Gripping. Your hands, slicked with sweat. But I had to hold it (hold it) tighter. Heights aren't scary. but I've dropped your porcelain skin one time too many. Left me wary. No more scars for us.
OskarA
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC
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