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  • The two lovers clung to each other as the December wind blew in the night. Of the two figures the smaller one seemed to be sobbing the most. She nuzzled her tear stained face into her lover’s chest. A pale hand gingerly soot
    <100 words, 1 comment, April 16. In Love, Angst, Society, Sad

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  • Audric Beaumont on February 26
    there is an allpoetry. More rping goes on there.Thats where niatha is

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