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Inside of, before we get old There isn't a delicate way two fold On the corner nearly a weak Worth less than off my feet Just often enough to hold Backs of bolder than, no In and out you traded in Condone going out whim Are you hear in why we split The deepest pains are heavens miss The days not spent under June Making out like watching Sue In where you won't say Coming at you every, fray'd Endings inside no way to climb Piano toes blinding sighs Who or when you did it right Miss be four then me Limbs I wouldn't greave Now he's back against Two new packs of heels in print? 3 two to bring me my solo Mistreat rogan the revelation Soo wee delivern pip Reliant out my lights Newpiter, on to your studio Galactic cause
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Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 11:35 PM UTC
Inside
Inside of, before we get old There isn't a delicate way two fold On the corner nearly a weak Worth less than off my feet Just often enough to hold Backs of bolder than, no In and out you traded in Condone going out whim Are you hear in why we split The deepest pains are heavens miss The days not spent under June Making out like watching Sue In where you won't say Coming at you every, fray'd Endings inside no way to climb Piano toes blinding sighs Who or when you did it right Miss be four then me Limbs I wouldn't greave Now he's back against Two new packs of heels in print? 3 two to bring me my solo Mistreat rogan the revelation Soo wee delivern pip Reliant out my lights Newpiter, on to your studio Galactic cause
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kevin-8
44/M/california
Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 11:35 PM UTC
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