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Every time I miss her, I suffer from a single thought every time I kiss her - she loves me, she loves me not... Travelled from a distance, a single glance just to be cought, for my precious mistress she loves me, she loves me not. Questions like these warring - for my sanity they fought Her feelings never showing, does she love me... ...she loves me, not.
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Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 5:25 PM UTC
Mistress
Every time I miss her, I suffer from a single thought every time I kiss her - she loves me, she loves me not... Travelled from a distance, a single glance just to be cought, for my precious mistress she loves me, she loves me not. Questions like these warring - for my sanity they fought Her feelings never showing, does she love me... ...she loves me, not.
courtofowls
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Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 5:25 PM UTC
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