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Taste
It's as if I could taste your stare;
what an exsquisite dish to endure.
A treasure trove discovered on textured tastebuds.
A primeval feast to devour.
A banquet in your honour.
To fall upon such eye's of beauty;
I fear I might never recover.
what an exsquisite dish to endure.
A treasure trove discovered on textured tastebuds.
A primeval feast to devour.
A banquet in your honour.
To fall upon such eye's of beauty;
I fear I might never recover.
Published 19th Aug 2012
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Anonymous
24th Aug 2012 11:32pm
"To fall upon such eye's of beauty;
I fear I might never recover."
Mr Depth,
That is just special, did she give you her number, or just move right in?
Al
-x-
I fear I might never recover."
Mr Depth,
That is just special, did she give you her number, or just move right in?
Al
-x-
25th Aug 2012 12:00pm
26th Aug 2012 9:49am
