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Math and Design - moodilylit. 17 November 2011 @ 01:02 am. Tell me everything you feel and let yourself go. Dont tell me what you think I should hear, though. Empty words are such a sad sight to see. That wont do, so just talk and be free. Talk to me, tell me everything you know. Dont leave a topic untouched or a word unsaid. Because all that comes out of your mouth, my dear,. Makes me fall in love with your mind all over again. Make me wonder at your mouth, what she says. Of a clean cut and chaotic mind.
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Single entity. - moodilylit. 13 September 2011 @ 10:08 pm. Tell me who you are and I. Will look you in the eye and see. Who you really are and who. You really ought to be. This thing we have when we. Talk not using words is. Part of who we are, you see. Cause you and I are one. One head, one mind, one entity. One life, one song, one family tree. Together we are part of us and of we. Cause we could never be a you and a me. I take your hand and you fallow me. No words exchanged but a promise is made.
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12 September 2011 @ 11:08 pm. That second, the one right before you wake up, the one where dreams seam all the more vivid and real because they start blending in with our reality. Do you know which one I mean? That second where all your make believe feels like a memory that can be looked up in your diary or in your planner. That second that is so precious, because as soon as you wake it starts rapidly slipping away, like fine sand through your fingers. Prose type: train of thought.
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12 September 2011 @ 11:08 pm. That second, the one right before you wake up, the one where dreams seam all the more vivid and real because they start blending in with our reality. Do you know which one I mean? That second where all your make believe feels like a memory that can be looked up in your diary or in your planner. That second that is so precious, because as soon as you wake it starts rapidly slipping away, like fine sand through your fingers. Prose type: train of thought. Preparing for Spring: ...
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12 September 2011 @ 11:08 pm. That second, the one right before you wake up, the one where dreams seam all the more vivid and real because they start blending in with our reality. Do you know which one I mean? That second where all your make believe feels like a memory that can be looked up in your diary or in your planner. That second that is so precious, because as soon as you wake it starts rapidly slipping away, like fine sand through your fingers. Prose type: train of thought.
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17 April 2012 @ 01:56 am. This ones also for my hun-bun. Its the flipside, bitch. Every morning that you wake. With a hard on and his name. On your lips and cum all over your. Super Mario sheets,. Just remember what you told him. When he asked if you would own him:. Ldquo;Baby lamb, this lions not one for tender meat”. Youre a fool, but you know that. You could have had him in the sack,. But instead you pushed him out. With your hairy hobbit feet. And Ill laugh and point and stare;. Theme: rubbing it in.
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DAMN REGRET - moodilylit. 17 April 2012 @ 01:23 am. This ones inspired by and for. Why did I not hit that? He was begging all the while he was with me. He sauntered and he prowled,. But I did not see at all. For blind and idiotic I had been. Penguin fur was all Id see,. Not the wolf in your smile. Or the lion in your roar;. Shoot me, for I was thicker than a boar. But I see clearly now, now I see it all. Not just your brilliance and your charm,. But your ass, thighs and arms. As you wrap them around him,.
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17 April 2012 @ 01:56 am. This ones also for my hun-bun. Its the flipside, bitch. Every morning that you wake. With a hard on and his name. On your lips and cum all over your. Super Mario sheets,. Just remember what you told him. When he asked if you would own him:. Ldquo;Baby lamb, this lions not one for tender meat”. Youre a fool, but you know that. You could have had him in the sack,. But instead you pushed him out. With your hairy hobbit feet. And Ill laugh and point and stare;. Theme: rubbing it in.
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17 November 2011 @ 01:02 am. Tell me everything you feel and let yourself go. Dont tell me what you think I should hear, though. Empty words are such a sad sight to see. That wont do, so just talk and be free. Talk to me, tell me everything you know. Dont leave a topic untouched or a word unsaid. Because all that comes out of your mouth, my dear,. Makes me fall in love with your mind all over again. Make me wonder at your mouth, what she says. Make me marvel at your eyes, what they see. But do so in a.
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