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~Love of the Rain~ |
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oh, what glorious thing
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so noble in restraint eyes locked a gaze so glazed I tease you in your own suggestion but spin away faint trembling smile such folly in my foolishness that I would win this game of wills then rush me in return and catch me in my breath hold fast in the unbalancing and wait the lips
do hurry
©Love of the rain |
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