Before you make me. Feeling the weakness that locks around the trembling state of bliss. Covering with shadows and holding all to hostage for a single kiss. I need the mood that takes you to the fuller drifting season. Although it makes no sense twisting the sinews for this reason The ache is... Sign in to see full entry.
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