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When the drapes of our innocence shed and the warm hands dance along each different pattern of skin connected with every touch will the reception fade? and the screen turn to black, after all is said and done? in the end you undress one another yet only come to re-clothe yourself.
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Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 12:28 AM UTC
Questions of Love
When the drapes of our innocence shed and the warm hands dance along each different pattern of skin connected with every touch will the reception fade? and the screen turn to black, after all is said and done? in the end you undress one another yet only come to re-clothe yourself.
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Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 12:28 AM UTC
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