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too young for Her touch too young for Her need she took from me power at the foot of Her greed though lovely Her lines were she passed over bounds submission desire was all that i found a score and half later only now do i ask what set Her in motion this unsavory task i yearn to know peacefuls i ache to know sane though Her unripened taking is my heart's fruitful bane
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Dec 26, 2010
Dec 26, 2010 at 10:27 PM UTC
Aunt Hills
too young for Her touch too young for Her need she took from me power at the foot of Her greed though lovely Her lines were she passed over bounds submission desire was all that i found a score and half later only now do i ask what set Her in motion this unsavory task i yearn to know peacefuls i ache to know sane though Her unripened taking is my heart's fruitful bane
this picnic's ruined
keith-ren
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Dec 26, 2010
Dec 26, 2010 at 10:27 PM UTC
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