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andru235
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the words echo in my ears though i know not what they mean for i do not speak the same language i wait, kissing and flirting, dreaming of a thing swing, swing, from a vine an aspiration, a perspirant pantaloon ... do you love me, i ask him, do you? we are the world's only two, there are no other gay wallabyes except you and me
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051220
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