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When I recall about the special lock, Your hands, curled around my waist, When biting my nose, you used to mock, " I'll eat your cute little nose someday in haste" I die within..
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Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 10:21 PM UTC
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When I recall about the special lock, Your hands, curled around my waist, When biting my nose, you used to mock, " I'll eat your cute little nose someday in haste" I die within..
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Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 10:21 PM UTC
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