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For their soft hands might long for the roughness of concrete blooms. We will wait for them here in... For their soft hands might long for the roughness of concrete blooms. We will w...
We will wait for them here in our garden of love to come back home when they will. And if they don’... We will wait for them here in our garden of love to come back home when they wil...
The fume I had thought to be my love, had been venom to her velvet veins. The fume I had thought to be my love, had been venom to her velvet veins.