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Cold fingers dance across my skin. Too bad, from me, they linger not him.
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Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 9:22 PM UTC
I'm Always Sad in the Wintertime
Cold fingers dance across my skin. Too bad, from me, they linger not him.
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Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 9:22 PM UTC
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