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On August 1, 2015 by forbiddenhand. Take me back to my broken land. Where my life was like falling sand. In every whisper that was mine. I was waiting for the end of time. Where your lips were like sweet perfume. In my thoughts you were a tune. Which I sang in my midnight cocoon. It was not an easy maze. Where I found you covered in lace. From a breath to begin. To a sigh to end. We must strive to see. The end that is free.

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This was always an honor for me to hear from him, no matter how many times he said it, and he said it a lot. He never even used the word adorable to describe playful newborn babies. That usually gets it done. They fought often, but even so I was envious. I knew, I knew I would never play that part of the son. That time and opportunity for m.

Mon grand bébé grandit vite deja 3 mois petit loulou.