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her eyes are taunting, her lips inviting, and she is absent-mindedly precious, with her crimson cheeks and blonde hair, perfectly swaying with the wind, having the most intimate dance, constantly interrupted by her melodic voice ringing through the eerie night.
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC
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her eyes are taunting, her lips inviting, and she is absent-mindedly precious, with her crimson cheeks and blonde hair, perfectly swaying with the wind, having the most intimate dance, constantly interrupted by her melodic voice ringing through the eerie night.
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC
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