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the insecurity that intersects your fingers and my figure is enough to spin a whirlpool seven miles wide i rage at your taste for me but i am cyclical, stuck i am a fly on your calf you do not even notice my thrashing to feel you are ugly in the arms of a lover to feel you are nothing in the clenches of another frankly, i think is quite common.
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May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 8:08 PM UTC
insecurity
the insecurity that intersects your fingers and my figure is enough to spin a whirlpool seven miles wide i rage at your taste for me but i am cyclical, stuck i am a fly on your calf you do not even notice my thrashing to feel you are ugly in the arms of a lover to feel you are nothing in the clenches of another frankly, i think is quite common.
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May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 8:08 PM UTC
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