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Jan 2022
My love, I’m nothing but a graveyard of all the dead and ugly, all perished and broken. If you would dare to grasp my thorns, I couldn’t promise you it would be worth it.
Apbrooke
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     Khoisan, SUDHANSHU KUMAR, ilias and Grey
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