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Silenced Remark
I love it when you tell me you love me.
With a grimace, lush lips part.
Plump, rolling hills turn red in the fall...
Your hand strikes hard.
With a grimace, lush lips part.
Plump, rolling hills turn red in the fall...
Your hand strikes hard.
Published 20th Jul 2015
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