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wet.

god must have had his chemistry set out when he made your insides.
and then painted on your face.

you are in the mountains of the middle east, and i still hear fucking birds in the background when you say my name.
it constantly feels like you have one hand over my mouth, and the other up my dress.
jesus fucking christ, you're a beautiful boy.

9:24 p.m. - 2009-07-11

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