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Jan 2023
My sick little love
My close-hidden dove
My one, my only, my man.
Call to me
Talk to me
Promise me that you can.
I am yours till death
Yours till the end
Your till the end of time, my love
Kismet will know.
Did he say Kismet or Kiss me? I suppose we'll never know.
Caosín
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Caosín  14/M/UK
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