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the cold wind is softly caressing your cheeks, that hold crimson red color, and i can melt just by looking at their redness. **and i would do anything to touch and kiss those flushed cheeks**.

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starlightning

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Apr 20, 2014

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Tags: #love #kiss #red #perfect #cold #touch #wind #melt #flushed #cheeks #redness

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