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his body is like a book you know by hand, and you can keep reading it over and over again and never get tired or bored with it. every page is a small surprise, a victory; i look at him, and he's mine. i look at him and i deserve this. god, how i deserve this.
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC
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his body is like a book you know by hand, and you can keep reading it over and over again and never get tired or bored with it. every page is a small surprise, a victory; i look at him, and he's mine. i look at him and i deserve this. god, how i deserve this.
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC
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