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Jul 2014
She's as dark as the blood pulsing under her skin. He fought his way to make it right in. She felt his hands caress her soul touch after touch he made her whole. She felt his spark in the dead of night. Never knew she'd see something so bright. Took her days to feel his love coursing through her veins. This might be the type of love they call insane ~
Carolin
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Carolin  Egypt
(Egypt)   
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   ---, r and Mina
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