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Read Poetry: A Forgotten Scent, by Curls

A flower fussed her scent in the vast of a drought field. Craving to lure an amusement that surely will strengthen her built. Leers peculiarly to subjected attraction yet moans an impassioned lilt. She naively guarded herself with her own … Continue reading

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