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I no longer believe you've left my head, I mean, the idea of your fingers interlocked with my own echoes at me in the most unproductive ways.
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Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 1:13 AM UTC
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I no longer believe you've left my head, I mean, the idea of your fingers interlocked with my own echoes at me in the most unproductive ways.
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Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 1:13 AM UTC
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