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An early wake-up call
your first lover
touches your shoulder
the rain has stopped
at last
a faint breeze
blows moisture
on your eyes
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An early wake-up call
your first lover
touches your shoulder
the rain has stopped
at last
a faint breeze
blows moisture
on your eyes
No posts
No posts
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