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Touching her is even more pleasant than touching fresh petals of rose. I want to know about Me what she knows. When she holds my hand My feet are above the land. Hers eyes, her eyes, HER EYES! The place where my happiness lies.
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Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 5:33 AM UTC
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Touching her is even more pleasant than touching fresh petals of rose. I want to know about Me what she knows. When she holds my hand My feet are above the land. Hers eyes, her eyes, HER EYES! The place where my happiness lies.
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Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 5:33 AM UTC
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