Oak and Ivy. If I were to become steel and all your body fire. I would feel cold and whisper sadly 'I am stainless.' Though into faith your mouth softens with desire, I react with coldness feeling blameless. Through these constant nights you sigh persistently. I try to offer a little, I know a woman... Sign in to see full entry.
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