One day. One Day the stars will burn away. One day She stands behind me, why do I feel her breasts against my shoulder is this real? I wonder, if I turn will I remember. I just breathe and think of her. Is anything so far away that it is bound although unchained that cannot find or be unfound. Or... Sign in to see full entry.
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