Once in my room I remain silent, listening the deep resonance of her perfume, a scent made perhaps flesh, feces and grasses, all woven into the thick cloth of his ser.Mi love is a very peculiar kind, because I feel that I have to Justine, or even aspire posesión.Es like to wish that if only we unite through self-possession, partnering on a common stage of our reality offends desarollo.En love. Lawrence D.
Justine
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