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Nice kind of evening feeling. No more wandering about. Just loll there: quiet dusk: let everything rip. Forget. Tell about places you have been, strange customs. She listens with big dark soft eyes. Tell her: more and more: all. Then a sigh: silence.
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# ? Apr 21, 2015 22:11 |
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# ? Apr 25, 2024 00:50 |
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eat poo poo, oval office
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# ? Apr 21, 2015 22:11 |
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Is this how we make your mother cum?
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# ? Apr 21, 2015 22:14 |
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kind of poo poo id type high OP mods -?
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# ? Apr 21, 2015 22:19 |
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i dont get this thread? What am i supposed to be posting in here?
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# ? Apr 21, 2015 23:11 |
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under the trellises of the dogwood at twilight: a soft hazy glow, an afterthought of the day past. he turns to me once our hands, like the virginia creeper entwined; somehow met unbidden by telos, the heart's murmur. the blood percolates in our veins tonight as thoughts emerge in a quiet cirrus from the horizon where the ocean meets sky. his mouth opens "tane"
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# ? Apr 21, 2015 23:27 |
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THE DOG HOUSE posted:kind of poo poo id type high OP it's better than this
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# ? Apr 21, 2015 23:32 |
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ack. u struck a chord there with me. a minor chord :-/
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# ? Apr 22, 2015 00:17 |
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you should have used semicolons OP
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# ? Apr 22, 2015 00:27 |
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soft glow of the moonlight on a stagnant puddle. she unzips quietly and grips her sheman flesh. pissssss
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# ? Apr 22, 2015 00:29 |
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# ? Apr 25, 2024 00:50 |
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Blazing Zero posted:soft glow of the moonlight on a stagnant puddle. she unzips quietly and grips her sheman flesh. pissssss
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