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her lips, of blooming poppy, hold promises of ***** slipping past the choices, knowing they'd be caught too late, and not before they've met desires secretly in shadows underneath the moonlit balconies
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Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 3:07 AM UTC
Secret Recipe