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Fuck us on me until the crease is wet for my toungue

words light up the sky and fucking breasts lilt over yonder

Mom was right; the end, the end, the end

Knowing is half the problem, more notes in standards

riffing off of the small of your back, a warm moist towel cleans it up

Life was in the air tonight, stuck inside - eating away