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Pure anticipation at the moment I can rush into your open, waiting arms and brush my lips against the smooth softness of yours is what propels me through the dizzying dullness of each day.
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Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 7:27 PM UTC
The Daily Grind
Pure anticipation at the moment I can rush into your open, waiting arms and brush my lips against the smooth softness of yours is what propels me through the dizzying dullness of each day.
Amberlynne
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Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 7:27 PM UTC
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