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When she speaketh Those purest newbirth words ( I loveth thee hunny) I remember to breathe again... As tis a respire of fresh air ... From mine amare....
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Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 2:22 PM UTC
Frais respire de l'air ( Fresh air respire)french tongue
When she speaketh Those purest newbirth words ( I loveth thee hunny) I remember to breathe again... As tis a respire of fresh air ... From mine amare....
brandon-nagley
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Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 2:22 PM UTC
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