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orange-sheep

Published: Oct 14, 2010

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we got high and thought beautiful thoughts, and the inside of your elbow was all i needed- just to rub my fingers over gently again and again, and then there were veins running through the sky and nature hummed under our incandescent feet

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crappersandmilk

Oct 17, 2010

you are so beautiful my loveeee~~~

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