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Would you scratch my scalp twirl brown speckled fingers twixt ever-lightening locks, me myself and I we fight over you give us a taste of what we've sweat over if what i want is on this decreasingly fertile rock, possibility of my painful atrophy, isolated, dissolves into shimmers that make me kawaii when i check doppelganger in silver glass because you shattered dreams sprinkled iridescent on bronze ivory glitter blush for the creature (in some other word or two, you're my breaking point)
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Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC
It's only fair
Would you scratch my scalp twirl brown speckled fingers twixt ever-lightening locks, me myself and I we fight over you give us a taste of what we've sweat over if what i want is on this decreasingly fertile rock, possibility of my painful atrophy, isolated, dissolves into shimmers that make me kawaii when i check doppelganger in silver glass because you shattered dreams sprinkled iridescent on bronze ivory glitter blush for the creature (in some other word or two, you're my breaking point)
It's true, you make me blush prettily. Would you could see it, to pride yourself in tying tongue and rising BPM
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Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC
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