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So your the one...

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Who are you, I said. She replied, your future Luciano...

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The perfect storm...

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The perfect storm...

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With wind in her hair like sails, full breasted and rested. She grips tight on everything that he writes...

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Jewel - Foolish Games

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Blood still stains her hair as it sticks to the page...

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Darling they asked me what I see in you tonight...

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What do you know about real love and writing like this...

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My buddy texts me as he's teaching this class. Well schools in and she's in detention. She's asks me where did you fkn come from...

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It goes by like dusk to dawn as her skirt flows...

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