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The lack of intimacy that's between us . . Is torturous for the mind , I lay there , Feeling like I've Been poked, and prodded . And as mentally unstable Young lady, I'm bursting At the seams . . For even the smallest Amount of your infectious Attention .
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
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The lack of intimacy that's between us . . Is torturous for the mind , I lay there , Feeling like I've Been poked, and prodded . And as mentally unstable Young lady, I'm bursting At the seams . . For even the smallest Amount of your infectious Attention .
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
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