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They're not all inside-- Like the feeling of your bony fingers gripping my thighs-- Some skeletons we choose to hide.
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Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 12:57 AM UTC
SKELETONS
They're not all inside-- Like the feeling of your bony fingers gripping my thighs-- Some skeletons we choose to hide.
katiej
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18/F/Arizona
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 12:57 AM UTC
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