I've fled and the ribbons tied to my wrists (wrung through my hair) have run too far behind my steps to choose a turning back now.
Write if you're after me. This isn't to say I haven't loved you madly all during the tea party in the cellar, dank and stony towards the pit of our castle (turret top biscuits, sugar sprinkled scones and sips from
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S U K A ?
do you know who is "suka"?
Sorry, I am travelling user...
Hello to you. ;)
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