Here my shadow, there your moon, whispers in my head, I was weak my rock crushed and pillar rusted, you always shined a white light, tripping by the still cool lake playing with an eternity of dreams, i stare into you. the elaborate smell like a storm in the forest, it's her, her hair, skin and lust. mothers milk an essential gift, recalling sleep
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~*~*~* Miss L *~*~*~
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