Skin moon-kissed and lips stained of tinted candy - deep-set eyes. Not a porcelain doll could measure to skin so supple and irises so striking. Unfurled a Goldilocks mouth and a heart of gold. Who tore you from the sky? Repair those wings, o' the seraphs, as I release the safety.
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Author:
coracaodacripta (
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- Category: Love
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Comments1
Cracking that code sounds difficult.
The character would shoot their muses abuser.
The innocent.
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