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Creeping, throbbing saunter from corner to wall trying to part the whispers from shouting and calls this will is itching this want is making me soar what is expected, to seem a happy whore come on let's kills this demands and notions all this commotion is not worth it come one just give this a second coming an age is dawning with all smiles and laughter one foot forward will you be catching my fall once i give i know you'll be claiming more you've had me scratching you have been talking me soar what is expected, to carry you in my arms