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battle me.feel it.i kill it.will it to happen.a romantic liason between me and you.you
know your through if you say it outloud,all your lesbian friends who are so
proud,dont know the damage i already done,hun.kisses.to ice.
Copyright © Chris Bowen | Year Posted 2007
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