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that night started out with a stolen kiss in his pick-up truck ended with me clawing at a seat and screaming at a reflection that was faking actions and sighing into her heart and soul listening to a voice that said "He doesn't love you," as I began to sink into a leather sea and dreamed of becoming a part of the upholstery the only thing that has ever held me gently
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Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 9:00 PM UTC
leather arms
that night started out with a stolen kiss in his pick-up truck ended with me clawing at a seat and screaming at a reflection that was faking actions and sighing into her heart and soul listening to a voice that said "He doesn't love you," as I began to sink into a leather sea and dreamed of becoming a part of the upholstery the only thing that has ever held me gently
rverhoef
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Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 9:00 PM UTC
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