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I lay there silent, beneath the soil, A seed awaiting your sweet shower, And in you came with moist and succour, To shape my love into a flower... (C) [email protected] 2019
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May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 10:09 AM UTC
Fruition
I lay there silent, beneath the soil, A seed awaiting your sweet shower, And in you came with moist and succour, To shape my love into a flower... (C) [email protected] 2019
The first inclings of love are a splendid thing to witness, as I did, between a man and a woman. It was lovely
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May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 10:09 AM UTC
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