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you store olden clothes in rear closets smaller size doesn't fit but you're slow to release it you drip golden particles from under the sleeves blue scent just soaked in he couldn't move on red wine bottles grow dusty waiting for someone to slop it all over the floor I see three-year race was puzzling five-star, I still chime you to slip back in my door laying eyes on all my sweaters through lens you scan breaches in my polished facets sticked out are the tiniest strings busy streets are our checkpoints same curly haircuts and same curvy outfits all facets of yours in a walking men haven't told you you booked rent-free place in my wardrobes when squeezing your hand but man, you're stale as bread too **** you blue smell from that dressing room
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Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 5:37 PM UTC
old clothes
you store olden clothes in rear closets smaller size doesn't fit but you're slow to release it you drip golden particles from under the sleeves blue scent just soaked in he couldn't move on red wine bottles grow dusty waiting for someone to slop it all over the floor I see three-year race was puzzling five-star, I still chime you to slip back in my door laying eyes on all my sweaters through lens you scan breaches in my polished facets sticked out are the tiniest strings busy streets are our checkpoints same curly haircuts and same curvy outfits all facets of yours in a walking men haven't told you you booked rent-free place in my wardrobes when squeezing your hand but man, you're stale as bread too **** you blue smell from that dressing room
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18/M/Belarus
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 5:37 PM UTC
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