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Jan 2015
Every time you look at me I melt a little more.
Wrapped up in your innocent face.
You idolise me.
My smile makes you smile again and again and again!
Arms outstretched I need no excuse to lift and protect you.
Absolute pure beauty.
A living doll.
My girl.
RH 78
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RH 78  Uk
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