Laura
Maid of tempetations.
An acaive of beauty.
Nipples sharp like acanthus leaves.
Accede with me and we role.
In the world of the living.
Am in nostalgia after the
flash back of the moment we had together.
Laura of blue eyes.
Queen of the living cent.
Joshua madiba
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