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By Lupschada Date: 2003 May 07 Comment on this Work [[2003.05.07.07.24.8194]] |
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there's nothing I love like little skin your lonely skin to twist and fold at my earliest convenience there's nothing for you but the tide of my thanks sweeping your toes sometimes in the morning you come to my curled lip you come to my never but then again maybe and there's nothing I love like little sin your lonely sin you offer it like blessings |