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Oct 2010
of hand, precariously clutched, a heart; demure or pulsing angles richly scarlet. a rose, petals unbent open breathing. to thee, a promise, of hands(my hands. swear them and their means. my lady softly you are grace and everything...
PK Wakefield
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