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You touched me here Touched me there Then stroked my hair That is assault; A pure act of "Konji" You feel weird within I know that feeling You feel high like you are high But the onus is on me Because you are under-sixteen I feel uneasy down below too Who ever rejects a largesse? But the law is the law All I get is a visual massage Of your holy temple of happiness But the walls, I'm sorry, I can't...
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Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 3:49 PM UTC
I'm Sorry, I Can't
You touched me here Touched me there Then stroked my hair That is assault; A pure act of "Konji" You feel weird within I know that feeling You feel high like you are high But the onus is on me Because you are under-sixteen I feel uneasy down below too Who ever rejects a largesse? But the law is the law All I get is a visual massage Of your holy temple of happiness But the walls, I'm sorry, I can't...
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Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 3:49 PM UTC
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