And I smell of love gone wrong in the heat of a moment too shortly extinguished. My present can never hide from the past that defines it. I haven't seen his face or his golden camera in months, and the tiring distance grows faint in the color of my hair. The black and white products of lust behind his smile constantly drove me to be more, drove
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what are you up to friday?
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Hrmmmm.
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