so just sitting in my room softly light, the marvelous comely feeling of your warmer fingers elates me sitting in a narrow beam breaking beam by tree's boughs breaking beam in my silent room you fracture and dance dappling your warming narrow comely face
Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 6:04 AM UTC
so just sitting in my room softly light, the marvelous comely feeling of your warmer fingers elates me sitting in a narrow beam breaking beam by tree's boughs breaking beam in my silent room you fracture and dance dappling your warming narrow comely face
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