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Sunday, July 3, 2011
You showed me how an Apple's core beats.
With a steam engine creating all the heat.
Oh but you let me know beforehand,
That following you would lead me to desert sands.
The red of your lips,
Just let me know so much bliss,
Oh my red burning cheeks,
Blushed.
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