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Softer than bubbles, "I love you"., under her breath she mumbles. Her lips like petals off of grape blossoms Vine- brushes my cheek to meet my kiss, by then the grapes turn to wine. ŠR. Wordsworth
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Love!
Thank you for sharing... |
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