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￭ In our image and our likeness 
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2016-08-06 | | I’d like to be the night Growing inside your bones. Each of my breaths forms a house Wich doesn’t need me . http://prntscr.com/c2cdwi /// I wouldn’t like to be David, As I’ve thrown my lust towards you More than just 5 times. The planet you sit atop of Looks like a giant mandarine Through which I’m biting my way To kiss your legs.
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