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tease
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silentbob
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show but do not touch reveal but never love give a taste but never a swallow impress without intentions of union why don't you just die
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birdmad
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strip
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010129
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misstree
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just because i won't give you the kingdom, should i refrain from showering you with gold?
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010129
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silentbob
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whats the point of looking at gold if you can't spend it? why be tortured by knowing what you can never have
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010129
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blather
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no matter how much i give, no one will ever have all of me. draw comfort from a touch, a kiss, blessedly more... better half a loaf than none at all. and right about now i would sell my soul for a solid hour of cuddling.
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010129
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misstree
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er, that last one was me... *bonks sleep-needing part of brain* also, see frustration
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silentbob
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hheheh and i thought it was the real blather. how teased i feel. i'd like half too. but if i could get half that would be better than just looking at half.
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010130
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dean-bean
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It's how I flirt. Something dysphoric in that, no?
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010329
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silentbob
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her finger slides up his stomach, through his chest, across his chin finds its way back down his chest, over his stomach, onto his belt buckle. the buckle becomes undone with her touch. her finger travels down a little then it stops. she gets up and walks away he is left shivering.
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mad
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more!
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010808
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bethany
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he didn't touch me once but... we went to Vermont for the day we sang the most perfect songs he drove he brought me to the falls he brought me to a coffe shop he brought me to the most perfect hairpin curve in the road coz he knew i'd love it from that Poe song he let me sing sound of music in the car he sang it with me he walked with me up and down hills he recorded me as if he cared he talked and talked and none of it was hot air then he patted me on the head and got drunk and walked home although i would have given him a ride i wish he never had touched me at all
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020212
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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