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Nov 15
My enormously high hanging fruit,
with girth,
with firmness,
fermented to sublimity.

One taste quenches the soul and leaves one pondering of none other than this forbidden fruit.

This tasty delicacy defies and satisfies the nagging hunger, longing well after in my flora, and fulfills every sweet desire for a never-ending satiate.
Essence of She
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Essence of She  44/F/DC
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   Liana
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