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when you took my swollen foot into your hands my friend? you must have known the warmth from your fingers would run up my leg liquefy me and never allow me to look at you the same way again. ©L.B.Fine |
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when you took my swollen foot into your hands my friend? you must have known the warmth from your fingers would run up my leg liquefy me and never allow me to look at you the same way again. ©L.B.Fine |
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