Thought patterns vary depending on the individual, but individuals do not just vary according to thought patterns. ought, need and deed patterns have their place to separate members of the himan race. To what extent are you manifested in your face? yours is as sweet as sugar lace, i could eat you up but it doesnt get me up, not in that way, anyway. Why is that my love, is it enough? or maybe sex is something other than love. Arousal is not perfect, it is based on imperfections. It is based on additions and not original renditions. Your hole is the goal, but its not your whole, its interchangable with the rest, but you're the best, my zest. I do not jest. Maybe one day it will be just me and you. Ooo how sweet how sickly sweet. A treat? or beat? Where will the self be in us, lush, more than before or poor? 2 become one, half the funof before when we were new and two and exciting and fighting and grinding and finding.Birth sign: Capricorn
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