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May 2014
Hearts beat in time
the testament to love
I am his, and he is mine
Souls created to rule above
Skin on skin the sweetest shrine
Lips on lips caress the feeling
neither waits for clear cut sign
these moments we are ever stealing
Seasonelle
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Seasonelle
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