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Sep 6
Pain is the purest form of pleasure
She's the source of mine.
But I await her, patiently...
Like a sailers lover awaits a bottle message by the sea shore..
Not knowing whether the winds and tides were kind or not
Written by
Eric Angels  M/Kenya
(M/Kenya)   
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