I'd find myself so deep in the void of mania and ardor for you, complete with scorching coals and lava, then I'd become disgusted, pushing you to the edge of my plate like a child does broccoli.
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 3:32 AM UTC
I'd find myself so deep in the void of mania and ardor for you, complete with scorching coals and lava, then I'd become disgusted, pushing you to the edge of my plate like a child does broccoli.
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