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			<title>F Sharp</title>
			<description>I don't want a Tinder fuckI don't want you to look away.upcyling regret.Telling yourself, this is how you have sex now. I wantto put you oninovermeYour fingers twisting my hair-Just like that.A real connection.A real reason to cover your knees at work the next day.A real reason for your hand to trac..</description>
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			<title>Post Modern Skin</title>
			<description>MyFucking God - You whispershakily in my earsomewhere between a bite and moan.Nails digging skin harder than most,at an angle that tells me-that while this isn't your first timethis is your first time they dig atquitethat angle. Digging inagainst the friction.Against any doubtthat your not enjoyingj..</description>
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