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No more are my little shackles tethered to his nerves. But maybe sometimes he misses the prison of my gaze.
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Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 9:56 AM UTC
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No more are my little shackles tethered to his nerves. But maybe sometimes he misses the prison of my gaze.
ottoborg
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ottoborg
30/F/Italian
Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 9:56 AM UTC
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