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it's the clavicles her the inching of the (her)the vulnerable teasing the at the edges pink the trimmed in neatness the amble of girlness palish ******* just and softer coiling hushed by an inch of boyness) she(the)her(the) by the way sir(the) i 'er the gonna perce ya a radiant by the folding o' yer faultless gleaming (spear to plunge) your heart and ***** a rill to let of crimson mangé
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Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 1:51 PM UTC
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it's the clavicles her the inching of the (her)the vulnerable teasing the at the edges pink the trimmed in neatness the amble of girlness palish ******* just and softer coiling hushed by an inch of boyness) she(the)her(the) by the way sir(the) i 'er the gonna perce ya a radiant by the folding o' yer faultless gleaming (spear to plunge) your heart and ***** a rill to let of crimson mangé
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Jul 31, 2013 at 1:51 PM UTC
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