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Aug 2019
lay me down, hold me swiftly and tinge
As this growl turns into lust, My beautiful liar,
My spurn of frowns you won’t drill me with kisses.
These eyes have wept, this ache unheard,
Furry of whispers, Departed oh dearly!
Baby Dianah' Rose Richard
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Baby Dianah' Rose Richard  29/F/Brooklyn
(29/F/Brooklyn)   
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   Anastasia
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