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amazing hand closing hardly smooth inside


red n´ blue feathers blooding in a kissing way while tongues made serpents start to lick it all around


house o´ crawls with meat flowers perfum smelling down the legs and up






once upon a time one step, a stair to that holly place


where´re my hands right now?


do my fingers know about you sleeping above me?




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