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As I trace my fingers over your spine, and explore your naked body I wonder how many other explorers have been here. I wonder if you put your body up for display and let these people perform archeology on your body. You become a new discovery to some or a misused ****** to others. I want to perform reverse archeology to your soul and bring you back to life. I just can't seem to forget how many people have explored you before me. Some things are better left undiscovered.
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Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC
Archeology
As I trace my fingers over your spine, and explore your naked body I wonder how many other explorers have been here. I wonder if you put your body up for display and let these people perform archeology on your body. You become a new discovery to some or a misused ****** to others. I want to perform reverse archeology to your soul and bring you back to life. I just can't seem to forget how many people have explored you before me. Some things are better left undiscovered.
mike-lowe
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Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC
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