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open me your hands fists cruelly which their tightness conceal                                                   a                                                Slender                                                  blade                                             Of                                                      spring                                         In                                                              heat.                       (a cut distinctly of certain cuteness bleeding)A dolllike limpness of stiff cherry breaking.                                  a branch of sometimes petal bearing stems.                                                   (a kiss and roughness)             Open me them                        there                    slightness                        will                   bare                             a span                 of                       lewd innocence. a strip of easy with parting rain which sometimes in April feels like dying feels like pusshing apart of lips, hot redness, and ***** of steep fuzz.
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Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 4:01 AM UTC
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open me your hands fists cruelly which their tightness conceal                                                   a                                                Slender                                                  blade                                             Of                                                      spring                                         In                                                              heat.                       (a cut distinctly of certain cuteness bleeding)A dolllike limpness of stiff cherry breaking.                                  a branch of sometimes petal bearing stems.                                                   (a kiss and roughness)             Open me them                        there                    slightness                        will                   bare                             a span                 of                       lewd innocence. a strip of easy with parting rain which sometimes in April feels like dying feels like pusshing apart of lips, hot redness, and ***** of steep fuzz.
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Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 4:01 AM UTC
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