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his lips tasted like cranberry juice cranberry juice and gin he had *** earlier but nothing will ever be as strong as that cranberry cranberry simple complete cranberry everyday my sister takes a glass a red glass a cup and she fills it with cranberry juice takes a sip and that´s when i fall apart cranberry juice him me and cranberry juice red cranberry juice never ha a drink turned so sinister i miss that cranberry taste your lips on mine but i promise i don´t miss you i can´t miss you someday i will be able to taste again but you numbed my taste buds numbed me do you still drink it you you even remember what you drank that night do you remember how much you smoked i could smell it taste it but nothing was stronger or sweeter than lose cranberry lips hold me again like that ask if i´m okay let me taste your cranberry lips again i´ll stop calling you my monster let me have another taste i miss your lovely lips the scruff of a beard coming in guys with beards remind me of you but everything reminds me of you your beard scruff it was scratchy but pleasantly mixed with cranberry i wasn´t a fan of cranberry then i was the biggest now i can´t even look at a bottle the same
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Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 7:37 PM UTC
cranberry
his lips tasted like cranberry juice cranberry juice and gin he had *** earlier but nothing will ever be as strong as that cranberry cranberry simple complete cranberry everyday my sister takes a glass a red glass a cup and she fills it with cranberry juice takes a sip and that´s when i fall apart cranberry juice him me and cranberry juice red cranberry juice never ha a drink turned so sinister i miss that cranberry taste your lips on mine but i promise i don´t miss you i can´t miss you someday i will be able to taste again but you numbed my taste buds numbed me do you still drink it you you even remember what you drank that night do you remember how much you smoked i could smell it taste it but nothing was stronger or sweeter than lose cranberry lips hold me again like that ask if i´m okay let me taste your cranberry lips again i´ll stop calling you my monster let me have another taste i miss your lovely lips the scruff of a beard coming in guys with beards remind me of you but everything reminds me of you your beard scruff it was scratchy but pleasantly mixed with cranberry i wasn´t a fan of cranberry then i was the biggest now i can´t even look at a bottle the same
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Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 7:37 PM UTC
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