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    See them. Men are always

    Going somewhere.

    teen

    Years old and starving for them.

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    the

    Breasts of a young girl,

    Jacket tails slapping over

    those behinds,

    Men.

    One day the

    Palms of tle, as if you

    ere t rahen

    tig a little. the

    First squeeze is nice. A quick hug.

    Soft into your defenselessness. A little

    More. t begins. renc a

    Smile t slides around the

    Air disappears,

    Your mind pops, exploding fiercely, briefly,

    Like tcctered.

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    t runs doaining their shoes.

    s itself again,

    And taste tries to return to tongue,

    Your body . Forever.

    No keys exist.

    the window draws full upon

    Your mind. t beyond

    tains, men walk.

    Knohing.

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    But time, I will simply

    Stand and ch.

    Maybe.