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SUNSPEAK
see my strawberry dawn? a slow sliding yawn bulging, pushing free from molasses horizons through itching slits rubbing knowing this feels good to you so do what you want and I'll be good be good too. feel my subjects vibrations? morning's mechanical sensations sending ripples outward on water glassed bedside, shaken thirsty as you awaken knowing this feels good too so do what you want and I'll be good be good to you. hear my heated tapping? inside as velvet dreams part though the loosening grip soothes brewing over mental grounds spectres flushing this too is good, is for you so fit your shoe to the cadence mystic of mystic morning's coo.
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