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ghosts in our moutheson a spring taunting late winter afternoon, the sun made us look like photographs.we welcome a light breeze and i frown as you smile and take it in deeply. there's a terrible oder in these flirtatious winds, i wish i could novicane the part of my... more
man i like making noisesmore noises
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