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Another f&ck
Coffee orgasm, woke up too late, just like yesterday and the day before when I frequent-question-answered you to go home earlier..
Before I‘d fuck something I didn’t want, open clauses “time” end clauses, Sorry I a bitter bit, for not telling you about the forbidden fruit I dare to eat..
”The prison of the streets with the lonely walkers”
What did he mean, the water vendor!?
Room temperature I seek!
Cheap!
The argument didn’t cease to justify her boulder hope of carrying a lighter man without his unnecessary baggage..
Choked by our own genital-goods
Keep distance from my watch!
On the shortness of life,
We begged the excuse to kiss a contract that would expire tomorrow morning, the life shelf was righteous in accord with our ever-growing demands of ourselves,
to fuck and
live till
a tiresome tomorrow.
