. Love me. The urchin rides discovered promises. Admires the slips of substance, plants berries. in cherry holes. The beams of restlessness explore with kisses unfulfilled tall orders in eyes as black as coals. She drinks cocoa and one wonders about the light or even mystery beneath a flowered... Sign in to see full entry.
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