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When the breeze carries the scent, The scent of the warmt of trimmed beard tickling the cheek. As I nustled into his neck. As the eyes talk and the fingers interlocked,
When the breeze carries the scent, The scent of the warmt of trimmed beard tickling the cheek. As I nustled into his neck. As the eyes talk and the fingers interlocked,
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