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merlot gnat bites quivering from collar to coccyx, a carapace of swollen skin. I rub myself raw, aching for release; is this how it's meant to be? être, pas être, it's all the same: I am; you are under my skin.
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 9:28 AM UTC
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merlot gnat bites quivering from collar to coccyx, a carapace of swollen skin. I rub myself raw, aching for release; is this how it's meant to be? être, pas être, it's all the same: I am; you are under my skin.
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 9:28 AM UTC
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