Charité,
Mon amor, I am held embracing thing
visage of your gorgeous, and the smile that
mirrors holy light, the type that radiates all but
to the heavens. &as the sweetest melody, with every glance,
the sun arose from my chest in spires to prostrate ye
upon sighting them. I see not but feel the lush of tips
grown quite familiar to me. i can take pleasure
.in this.
upon sighting them. I see not but feel the lush of tips
grown quite familiar to me. i can take pleasure
.in this.
รักคือ
láska
l'amour est
kærlighed er
láska
l'amour est
kærlighed er
.beingyouwithmebeingmewithyou.
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