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Jul 2016
A high ecstasy of ****** desires.
We all crave for it
We all miss it
When we do
Life is meaningless
Only death will take me
When that about time
I stop it, in the right moment.
Giacomo
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Giacomo  31/M/OK
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   Mirela TotiΔ‡
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