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em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
você diz que você me ama
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés
com os olhos meek, marrons
muito bem, você liberais
um pêssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
raça elevado-carregada

 



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