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Feb 2018
she crosses a hand
on her chest, for the sake
of ****** staying mistique

how blind was me
thrice failing to see
she undressed not for me, but for lake
Sea 1/24 about S.S. on Happy Smr
Kon Grin
Written by
Kon Grin  20/M/Uzbekistan
(20/M/Uzbekistan)   
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