Clippers of the Skin Kiss
the group,some chicken soup.the loop i was on.busted lawns with a fawn.she said she fed
while i was in bed.letters in the head turn,lovers learn how to spell burn with lips quiver.i did
not give her directions to infections,but yea,she found mine,floating lost land mines that by
design kill time while intertwined.the fine neaunce of her beauty body,love give me
naughty,the thought we conjour,up on a lounger i hear her drowned her fear.yall get out of
hear.mist,do spill on a lovers kill.go,go,to a more important show.
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