lectoraviva @ 2008-12-15T01: 42:00
His pupil is so sweet that I am afraid to look, no blemishes on their color, perfect opaque able to pinch the feelings more intense, bright bounce in his retina. And your chest apparently fragile as tiny polka dotted Granai of intense ruby, makes me think of my Sangre if it will be close simbolizado into him, or if its largas pestañas romperme finally achieve your heart fast, not as I have no one that never dejado hiciese. Sometimes I eat
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