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they're fascinated by my soul's avante-guarde ****** and how much of it i bare. they don't know that i feel every breeze, and mere dust particles can adhere to my ****** surface, muscles operating in constant fear of being punctured
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Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 11:41 PM UTC
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they're fascinated by my soul's avante-guarde ****** and how much of it i bare. they don't know that i feel every breeze, and mere dust particles can adhere to my ****** surface, muscles operating in constant fear of being punctured
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Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 11:41 PM UTC
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