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When women tickle our pinna with their tongues, they leave cool stains like tree shade to duck under when the world comes hot and constant like breath.

Dovina 4-Jul-07/6:19 PM
There's this collective pinna to which you all have emotional ties. It's difficult for all of us (women) to get arround it.




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