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About Me
Jeff Bridges.
I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest,hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
It's a hard warm place of mystery, touch it, but can't hold it
i cat you.
Locking rhythms to the beat of her heart, changing woman into life.She has danced into the danger zone, when a dancer becomes a dance.
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