... (lady i will touch you with my mind.) Touch you, that is all/lightly, and you utterly will become with infinite care/ the poem which I do not write.
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... (lady i will touch you with my mind.) Touch you, that is all/lightly, and you utterly will become with infinite care/ the poem which I do not write.
© Spoligo | 2024 All rights reserved