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Everything was okay until that day, i invited him to my house to play csgo with me, he said he will come, i was looking forward to it because i never meet an online gamer friend in real life before.
When he arrived at my house, he pushed me against the wall and started to touching my ♥♥♥♥ and licking my nipples,i also felt his hard ♥♥♥♥ push against my leg. I punched him and then made him unconscious, turns out he was a gay and looking for a boyfriend. becareful with him
Everything was okay until that day, i invited him to my house to play csgo with me, he said he will come, i was looking forward to it because i never meet an online gamer friend in real life before.
When he arrived at my house, he pushed me against the wall and started to touching my ♥♥♥♥ and licking my nipples,i also felt his hard ♥♥♥♥ push against my leg. I punched him and then made him unconscious, turns out he was a gay and looking for a boyfriend. becareful with him
by sylvia plath
the woman is perfected.
her dead
body wears the smile of accomplishment,
the illusion of a greek necessity
flows in the scrolls of her toga,
her bare
feet seem to be saying:
we have come so far, it is over.
each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
one at each little
pitcher of milk, now empty.
she has folded
them back into her body as petals
of a rose close when the garden
stiffens and odors bleed
from the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
the moon has nothing to be sad about,
staring from her hood of bone.
she is used to this sort of thing.
her blacks crackle and drag.
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