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Hit too hot hit too hot Now my throat burns Watching Workaholics I'd say Blake is my favorite His hair is cute I like his face Wild red hair creating umbrella space Flick the engraved Zippo the gift from wifey Blunt in the bowl smoking Spent ten on a three My other lover might sit with us soon Three in a room sharing hands Possibly kisses, massive attack Playing mezzanine we'll either touch Each others' skin or carry conversation As it turns out I've found peace with Either outcome or any other potentiality While it's pleasing to be receiving I'll be Lying if I tell you I don't appreciate the fine Details in simply spoken word between us
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Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 2:38 AM UTC
Dead Queers: "A Cassette Scratches the Air Behind"
Hit too hot hit too hot Now my throat burns Watching Workaholics I'd say Blake is my favorite His hair is cute I like his face Wild red hair creating umbrella space Flick the engraved Zippo the gift from wifey Blunt in the bowl smoking Spent ten on a three My other lover might sit with us soon Three in a room sharing hands Possibly kisses, massive attack Playing mezzanine we'll either touch Each others' skin or carry conversation As it turns out I've found peace with Either outcome or any other potentiality While it's pleasing to be receiving I'll be Lying if I tell you I don't appreciate the fine Details in simply spoken word between us
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Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 2:38 AM UTC
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