So this piscure disturbes the hell out of me while .... sort of turning me on. It sort of remindes me of my own sex life ........ poison, stings and fantasy.
08 July, 2007
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The boat you tripped on in 94 finally arrived back on shore. Welcomed with flowers and getting laid. Eager to speak, they listen; thank you say. But it wasn't all you thought it'd be. It's reflective of the moment that you thought you had me.
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