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my weakness but give me strength to rip reality like shredded paper edges ripping out her sad parts betrothing ever letter bleeding every ink on every supping page and parch meant with meaning and this- withm-is just a fraction cloud licks sexily against the sun clamour for her style was less pert in her inflection beauty is looking for a new job class in the contours of her ass sighs caught between her thighs weak as i am

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