onsdag 25. april 2012
.: Literature is mostly about having sax and not much...
.: Literature is mostly about having sax and not much...
: Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his n...
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