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there were coffee stains on the paper the photography has curled in on itself sweetie, the butterfly escaped from your finger when it saw the lust in your eyes
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 3:41 PM UTC
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there were coffee stains on the paper the photography has curled in on itself sweetie, the butterfly escaped from your finger when it saw the lust in your eyes
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 3:41 PM UTC
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