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Austere, everywhere! only me for that I care In my dream, two apples fall from a tree, Roll down the hill next to me There I lay in foetal bliss, behold she comes to me The Goddess
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Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 1:39 PM UTC
Oral bliss, **** anxiety
Austere, everywhere! only me for that I care In my dream, two apples fall from a tree, Roll down the hill next to me There I lay in foetal bliss, behold she comes to me The Goddess
Wrote this one after reading an article about oral personalities and **** personalities.
Nick-Moore
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Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 1:39 PM UTC
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