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( it ‘s almost a drum onto nerves , for such an intelligent man to be so * unsuspecting of the clasp he has on detective .. even when it ‘s so blatant —— ears darken to hue of cheeks , matching wine ) nothing .ᐟ
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only the best , for the best , from the * best and —— ( .. * a stutter in gaze down at poet , watching single sip with content hum to follow .. * 💭 pretty ) ah ..
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( it ‘s an effort to tear own eyes away , upturn in ever - present pinch shut , for full focus to their glasses —— oddly enough .. he does just * well with pouring , by hands well taught by fukuzawa many meetings ago ) my dear , ed .. here .
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( pout worsens at coddling margins to notches between knuckles , not even withdrawing when waiter passes to deliver bottle that accompanies glasses —— * bat , bat of eyelashes ) can i pour it for you * ❕❕❕
“cannibalism is a metaphor for love” “cannibalism is a metaphor for lust” can we talk about how cannibalism is a metaphor for om nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom.
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whhhhh … ( borderline * deflation of man opposite to , leaving a hunch of shoulders in utter defeat —— he ‘ll stand by refusing to say * no to lover on this day of spoiling , no matter what .ᐟ digits curl ‘ round other ‘s for comfort ) mmkkayy …