I am
lundi 7 juillet 2008
quoi que
The night we were. The night we are. Dark trees and snow. Lovers are frightened.
Dark bedrooms and weapon's sex. Unliked roses in watered mirror. My mouth is like
when your cock is next to. I'm afraid to say that. But.
I talk to you these sentences. I whispered them. I whisper them
Dark bedrooms and weapon's sex. Unliked roses in watered mirror. My mouth is like
when your cock is next to. I'm afraid to say that. But.
I talk to you these sentences. I whispered them. I whisper them
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