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the first time i saw a **** i didn't know she was my sweetheart, and i didn't understand her not like feet or arms which i understood immediately but **** grew on me like ivy over bricks in time **** ate my mind and i was haunted by her perfume then i suffered a severe case of **** on the brain of which there is no cure but death unless of course there are ***** in the afterlife the **** such a tender slit that oozes love like gelatin a veiled curving vulnerability it's secret poorly hidden for easy discovery but still, i didn't understand women the holders of this sacred chalice until the great epiphany and i realized that the woman's heart is a **** too a silky slit the marrow of her soul waiting to be opened and brimming
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Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 3:43 PM UTC
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the first time i saw a **** i didn't know she was my sweetheart, and i didn't understand her not like feet or arms which i understood immediately but **** grew on me like ivy over bricks in time **** ate my mind and i was haunted by her perfume then i suffered a severe case of **** on the brain of which there is no cure but death unless of course there are ***** in the afterlife the **** such a tender slit that oozes love like gelatin a veiled curving vulnerability it's secret poorly hidden for easy discovery but still, i didn't understand women the holders of this sacred chalice until the great epiphany and i realized that the woman's heart is a **** too a silky slit the marrow of her soul waiting to be opened and brimming
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Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 3:43 PM UTC
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