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je roule ma bille sur du papier

January 29, 2009 · 1 Comment

so we ended up pillow fighting in our undies like we where in a porno flick or something falling off of the bed and laughing, legs a flalling and feathers everywhere and your eyes your eyes showering me with gold flecks all over shinny sequins soaring and bouncing off the walls like little light confetti caressing my skin

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