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how gently i wait for a kiss upon my cheek how wildly i hate that which i seek my soul does whine; it cries, it calls you my heart's a shrine; it stands, to find you how common our fate; apart we are-- so we've set a date on a shooting star

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pinklets

For You?

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pinklets

Published: Jun 1, 2015
Time: 1m

Notes: does it make sense to you now?

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