E slept today at home.
It was a strange thing.
Couldn't handle
Spurts of man milk over my body.
So empty.
What's love anyway.
It was a strange thing.
Couldn't handle
Spurts of man milk over my body.
So empty.
What's love anyway.
posted by Somewhere in the tropics | 2/12/2003 01:46:00 PM
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