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Your body like text, writ in a foreign language; Something I can't read. Wrestling my mind, trying to get my tongue near the sweet parts of you. I'm a selfish **** and if we both end up hurt I won't give a **** The space between us too casual anyways. Too mediocre.
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Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 5:01 PM UTC
"Pill Bug."
Your body like text, writ in a foreign language; Something I can't read. Wrestling my mind, trying to get my tongue near the sweet parts of you. I'm a selfish **** and if we both end up hurt I won't give a **** The space between us too casual anyways. Too mediocre.
austin-heath
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Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 5:01 PM UTC
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