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Oct 2012
They smile at me sincerely.

They all think I am a well behaved woman.

Nobody knows.

It's all my own.

Delicious secret .

Fine wine is the taste of my lovers lips.

Pulled the shades down tight.

How could I love so much?
Sarah LeMarier
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Sarah LeMarier  NC
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