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XTD
Contributed by
tiggytom
on
Tuesday, 10th May 2005 @ 11:58:46 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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My momentary pause leads me to an open door Letting out all of the unknown
All he needed was a friend What she had was his to mend He's played befoe She was ignored She was bored
Faces run across my eyes Too fast to recognise You were there so clearly Touching you so nearly
Playing delaying just like before Laying degrading looks like you've scored Genitalia complaining, itchy like a w**re Scratching descaling twisting on the floor.
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tiggytom
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2005-05-10 11:58:46] (Date/Time posted on
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