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May 2017
Her
Her touches are like night reaching towards the light
Lips are her pilot reaching towards mine, I can only indulge in the art of us being united as one.

By: Leory Santana Dawn
Leory Santana dawn
Written by
Leory Santana dawn  24/M/Miami
(24/M/Miami)   
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     FALLEN ANGEL, ---, kim, --- and Laura Slaathaug
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