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.                                                                                where are my clothes... she wakes with a start, your little robin and her bare-breasted sunday morning                                                                                where. are. my clothes? the sweet, white milk, coffee barely missing her lips, i am pushed away yet cascade down her sweet chin, neck, and out my window onto the clothesline below staining her
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Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 3:55 PM UTC
sobare sundays
.                                                                                where are my clothes... she wakes with a start, your little robin and her bare-breasted sunday morning                                                                                where. are. my clothes? the sweet, white milk, coffee barely missing her lips, i am pushed away yet cascade down her sweet chin, neck, and out my window onto the clothesline below staining her
song: "Creep" by Radiohead
#youre#so#special#i#wish#was#but#im#a
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Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 3:55 PM UTC
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