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This whole section was pretty much flawless but favourites in bold. we've grown used to this regiment, it's imbued in the elements look no further than the shadows in your room as the evidence the crawling geometry - oh so beautiful, reticent a checkered cage of silhouettes confusing our essences muting the messages, but your body language spoke to me delicate whispers of your curvaceous coquetry like the motion of your shoulders as they rolled to a broken C disrobed in the cold; I felt the throws of the moment freeze everything is relative - we are not floating free the gravity of the moment collapsed as I pulled you close to me cogent heaves, hold and squeeze, space folds up with no coast between passion, if only brief; time dances to the dying gasps of its potency |
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farina in the mouth, i left oats gf wit a broken c, oats gf ms butterworth, oats i want u in my mouth |
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