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han Z u y n c, We
Ar
It’s the way your neck cranes. As if a thin string, lifts the harbor of your collarbone. As a moon far away tugs the tide of your breasts. I can almost feel the shore water drip off my ankles. 21
g
han Z u y n c, We
Ar
It’s the way your neck cranes. As if a thin string, lifts the harbor of your collarbone. As a moon far away tugs the tide of your breasts. I can almost feel the shore water drip off my ankles. 21