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May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 12:02 PM UTC
Dreaming of March
I saw her as I walked down the street She was the kind of girl I'd love to meet She wore the blackest of bikini tops With cut off shorts you can't get in shops Her hair was long and fell down her golden back Just from looking upon her I lost all tack In her small hands I saw something so right In those lovely hands she held a box so tight A pretty red box you can get at the walmart Asian aisle Seeing that box just made me smile I watched her as I walked on by I listened to the way she sighed I loved the way she took such tiny bites Oh, the way that girl swallowed, it made me forget her rights I forced myself to continue to walk Knowing that girl would never want to talk...
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 1:59 PM UTC
She Eats Pocky