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Mushroomman
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how close are we, how can we make sense to eachother and not to ourselves before you open you mouth i know what you are going to say, I know how to please you, you know how to please me, Our comunication goes beyond just b words and sentances, our bodies say u what we cannot say, t t A glance, a movement, a smile, a o tounge, n And then i hold your hand... s squeezing ocasionally, i run my fingers across your skin... you smile and then you kiss me... our lips part and i look at you... you stick out your tounge at me, and giggle, The way you look at me, is something i cannot describe.. sometimes, words just are not enough....
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megan
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does anyone else notice buttons in the blathe before this? i wonder if it means something
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030510
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ofsuch
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all tangled up
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040430
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shilohlives
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fit
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the delinquent formerly known as R.A.I.N.
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are battered and bruised, still, atleast I get the week off work.
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061108
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what's it to you?
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blather
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