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By Misti Date: 2004 Jul 01 Comment on this Work [[2004.07.01.19.23.19787]] |
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there are no paints and there is no beer and you are not here to hold me kiss me lick me fuck me tuck me into bed and tell me you love me and things will get better I got wetter for you than I ever got for any other man there is no plan now for us to stick to no dream to try for just loss to cry for and curse every god & goddess that can hear |