what amorous clutched secondS bloom and wither when that silken frame blossoms finger fraught tactile indulgence feathering sane notions of separate rose
May 17, 2010
May 17, 2010 at 1:53 AM UTC
what amorous clutched secondS bloom and wither when that silken frame blossoms finger fraught tactile indulgence feathering sane notions of separate rose
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