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my whole body is wanting  for your cells. wrapped around mine like a straightjacket of warmth I need the fingers laced pressure of bones on bones not in or around but on senses fulfilled smothered in the passion of closeness but the miles are thin yet numerous stacked upon each other melted graham ******* bridges fossilized seemingly breachable but not shoulders itching with the distance tendons, muscle fibers to light floating away. your shape. It is missed.
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Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 12:47 AM UTC
Pressure Cooked
my whole body is wanting  for your cells. wrapped around mine like a straightjacket of warmth I need the fingers laced pressure of bones on bones not in or around but on senses fulfilled smothered in the passion of closeness but the miles are thin yet numerous stacked upon each other melted graham ******* bridges fossilized seemingly breachable but not shoulders itching with the distance tendons, muscle fibers to light floating away. your shape. It is missed.
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Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 12:47 AM UTC
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