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Jan 2014
Don’t look at me that way you creep.
You’re never going to have me.
Don’t give me what you got.
I’m never going to beg for it.
I can't do that tantric move.
Don’t put your tongue there.
I hate you for doing this to me.
Let’s just be friends.
******* lover.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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