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Walter Boggs
I set my teeth against my own hand,
fighting the familiar drumming sounds
that call me to women like you.
My breath hitches.
You don't know I'm behind you.
fighting the familiar drumming sounds
that call me to women like you.
My breath hitches.
You don't know I'm behind you.
Published 7th Jul 2012
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"I set my teeth against my own hand,
fighting the familiar drumming sounds
that call me to women like you."
yes.
http://mugshots.com/US-Counties/Florida/Pinellas-County-FL/Chad-Walter-Boggs.3257867.html
fighting the familiar drumming sounds
that call me to women like you."
yes.
http://mugshots.com/US-Counties/Florida/Pinellas-County-FL/Chad-Walter-Boggs.3257867.html
8th Jul 2012 8:59am
Dear heavenly whispers!! That man is a THIEF! How do you always find these things anyway? Some call it FBI, I call it merit. Tomato/ toeMAtoe.
