forehead
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| the morn he touches his | forehead | and exits beaumont weel i |
| in there steve touches dimps | forehead | dimps has a very bad |
| his face in rested his | forehead | against his forehead his eyes |
| rested his forehead against his | forehead | his eyes in the mirror |
| you see she taps her | forehead | mental arithmetic i was coontin |
| it s hir taps her | forehead | with her finger a heid |
| she kisses me on the | forehead | i lift my face and |
| gunlöd s hair kisses her | forehead | then presses valgerd s hand |
| down the cracks upon my | forehead | thoughts will glissade off mountains |
| a nasty cut to his | forehead | in the attack which required |
| in anither planet rubs his | forehead | never mynd ah canna force |
| placed his thumb on my | forehead | you re doubly blessed now |
| stew looks at dimps s | forehead | cammy is carrying an ironing |
| fried from inside out burning | forehead | fingers twisting sheets sister s |
| necropolis bathed his patient s | forehead | pushed the little cot beside |
| moves away he beats his | forehead | in despair ronnie entering quiet |
| it you looks at his | forehead | in a piece of broken |
| and cool rain splattered my | forehead | the scene before me in |
| was strapped to my right | forehead | with sticky tape another covered |
| his bristly crewcut began his | forehead | would throb visibly from the |
| hand on the queen s | forehead | ye soudna lat yeirsell git |
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