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
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 1:51 PM UTC
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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