My brunet dwarf used kissed my bare feet,
He was always so dexterous and sweet best.
Мy bracelets, rings, earrings, tried to keep
He put away and kept carful in a chest.
But on a black day of sadness and anxiety
My dwarf suddenly rose and grew up...my dream
That's why I kissed his feet -insanity
And he left himself, and took the chest with him!
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Author:
Ksey_Gan (
Offline) - Published: May 18th, 2025 12:29
- Category: Love
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Comments1
The question is: whether this is a metaphor. A fun read.
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