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#redness
the cold wind is softly caressing your cheeks, that hold crimson red color, and i can melt just by looking at their redness. **and i would do
anything
to touch and kiss those
flushed cheeks
**.
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
starlightning
flushed cheeks
the cold wind is softly caressing your cheeks, that hold crimson red color, and i can melt just by looking at their redness. **and i would do
anything
to touch and kiss those
flushed cheeks
**.
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