vendredi 30 octobre 2009

IF3Y-40 - skinny

I wish my tongue was wandering around your iliach crest licking every each of your secret inter costal spaces getting lost in your arm pits and our bones ringing like a death knell .

but it's not and they're not and I'm not.

you were tired I was bored and I got another beer and I was fat.

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