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My head and hands lie on different pages the passion heated thoughts do not reach past wrists so icebergs they remain and when instructed to complete the most simple of tasks they disobey disobedient little morons and blame other elements for their underlying timidness no wonder they are always blushing
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Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 11:03 PM UTC
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My head and hands lie on different pages the passion heated thoughts do not reach past wrists so icebergs they remain and when instructed to complete the most simple of tasks they disobey disobedient little morons and blame other elements for their underlying timidness no wonder they are always blushing
liz-paola
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Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 11:03 PM UTC
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