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Of course I keep stuffing the ***** rags of ****** illusion down my throat! Much better than drowning in the dark pools of syrupy disdain you've wrung from your tacky garments of fear.
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Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 10:56 PM UTC
May I Never Be Free From Her Hips
Of course I keep stuffing the ***** rags of ****** illusion down my throat! Much better than drowning in the dark pools of syrupy disdain you've wrung from your tacky garments of fear.
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Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 10:56 PM UTC
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