Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Red Smooches
I rather
Despise the
Way her
Crimson lipstick
Stains the
Napkin like a
Rushed afterthought.
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Despise the
Way her
Crimson lipstick
Stains the
Napkin like a
Rushed afterthought.
1-28-11
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Red Smooches
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