your *** is like ****
(i think) and the backs of your knees
are like
i think. very nice to be inside of
i would you,
do you think too?
your lips and perhaps?
i would like oh dear to fit
like rain fits in April;
very wet and strictly.
oh dear and to eat you tinly i would hurt myself
with the hardness of earth. i would climb
into your fist very stiffly a flower. andear,
i would lay a hand against your unmeeting(
i would enter the primness of your heap
A mountain of unsleep. ) andear
i think you,
(do you think tooo)?
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 3:20 PM UTC
your *** is like ****
(i think) and the backs of your knees
are like
i think. very nice to be inside of
i would you,
do you think too?
your lips and perhaps?
i would like oh dear to fit
like rain fits in April;
very wet and strictly.
oh dear and to eat you tinly i would hurt myself
with the hardness of earth. i would climb
into your fist very stiffly a flower. andear,
i would lay a hand against your unmeeting(
i would enter the primness of your heap
A mountain of unsleep. ) andear
i think you,
(do you think tooo)?
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