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your warm makes me weak all through my legs cant think straight i moan instead my body you've fed your warm pierces my deep undiscovered..

after his passing...

the beginning...

saw an ex, then remembered why she was an ex.

it was for february

its the way my heart beats the way i skip my feet its the way the birds sing the way your voice rings its being caught up in the one and two...whe..

commonality seems to be a requisite for simple hellos nowadays but us as common as a fish and giraffe we come together, pairing perfectly (at lea..

if the scream was translated....

like sometimes i feel a hammer in my hand i hold it i feel its wood its heavy metal tip i am holding it i swing i swing away landing blo..