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Saturday, March 21, 2009

"kiss on your hips, my hands over your lips"

"with a turn and a twist"
of the tables:

"Right there that's the post man sleepin in
the sand. He's got your letter to deliver. He's
gonna do it by hand."

the feelings are inversely related.
inversely? right?
Posted by no we are not swans at 8:25 AM

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she wasn't very
interesting
but few people
are.

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