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Observing the detailed lines of my curves, eyes and lips; he touched my soul in all its tainted glory. Passion is like the rhythm we tune in as we danced away to an ****** beat; Burned with flame, seeking home and romance in each other's company. Lost in an ecstasy Shunned away from reality.
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May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 3:50 PM UTC
Mi Amour
Observing the detailed lines of my curves, eyes and lips; he touched my soul in all its tainted glory. Passion is like the rhythm we tune in as we danced away to an ****** beat; Burned with flame, seeking home and romance in each other's company. Lost in an ecstasy Shunned away from reality.
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May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 3:50 PM UTC
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