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blonde ridges of the golden bridge bay
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blonde ridges of the golden bridge bay |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Her lips almost fell between the fall coast just off where the crickets use to purse their sounds like nights of silence onto their golden frowns Blonde, brown hair straight through her shoulders like a guard of palm trees swaying with their layered hands Just along the coast the arches of the trees brimming with ease tasting the rivers right hand to its left palm; the current softened Just as the night rested its quiet spirit along the golden, bridge bay |
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