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Eraseable Changeable Is it sadness Running on empty No more heart Feels left life But when I write Open a book to read Feel my heart restart This is what a purpose does For me my small business My YouTube Channle gives me Voice in the silent empty room Words grant me solice Does not

Bra’s

Sharing,Giving to no bra all for me.

Heather Rose

I came, I came to pick her up Her phone told me come up Entered the house Heather creamy and white Creamy and white Nude she awaited me Never had such a gift Hand and mouth All morning Heather was home alone I came Arrival Before I left Heather came as well Young thirty five

Chapter 17a,The Present by Johanna Lindsay

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