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Stuck, I mold to the first touched Hold to the surface much like octopi twirling along the ocean floor Sticky, pry candied fingers from your sleeve those residual molecules of me, steadfast to the point of discomfort.
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC
Stuck
Stuck, I mold to the first touched Hold to the surface much like octopi twirling along the ocean floor Sticky, pry candied fingers from your sleeve those residual molecules of me, steadfast to the point of discomfort.
lindy
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC
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