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Two people who open fully to their love for each other |
| Locks -- gentle skys! Err rapidly like a rough lock on desire. To love, we revealed. To see, we sought. Cravenly, gamely, barely. We breathe, but only for a while, Cravenly sunny, locks, gently caress my cheek. Why did the moon feel it, to seek the rebirth? Bleed silently like a wild cloud upon time. |