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Apr 25
The delicacy,
that is a woman.

Soft as silk,
sweet like red wine,
tastes of fruitful fertility—
a dish so rare.
Written by
Mira  20/F
(20/F)   
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     Erenn, Cheyenne, rick and James Ignotus
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