are just a few seconds, few moments, but is that moment in your arms sweet as honey can try. heal on their own war wounds left unnamed countries in my skin and my being. It strips the clog break out the best wines and, without drink, I 'm drunk and can do any crazy with the smell of your skin between my lips. They open the windows that never open and waiting to be open and not anything else I miss that last hug as much as possible.
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