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What's there left to say? Rest the head on knee. Finger weaving hair, our eyes on T V. What's there left to burn? Cool the heart from heat. Inhale deep dismay, then exhale slowly. Twilight, half lit dark. Bare to share the beat. Taste, taking turns, highest high, lowest low   ly. Freckle you with light brown skin fingertips. Depart the anxious rush to *** savor sole   ly to put lip to skin, to prolong the sin, to enjoy to no end, calm, and then rising action, ****** and the unwinding.
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Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 9:04 PM UTC
Darkbeat: Ocean
What's there left to say? Rest the head on knee. Finger weaving hair, our eyes on T V. What's there left to burn? Cool the heart from heat. Inhale deep dismay, then exhale slowly. Twilight, half lit dark. Bare to share the beat. Taste, taking turns, highest high, lowest low   ly. Freckle you with light brown skin fingertips. Depart the anxious rush to *** savor sole   ly to put lip to skin, to prolong the sin, to enjoy to no end, calm, and then rising action, ****** and the unwinding.
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Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 9:04 PM UTC
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