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上帝欲使人灭亡,
必先使其疯狂. 为什么我疯狂了这么久,上帝还不让我灭亡.... |
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Aux grandes âmes, les grands challenges.
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The scent of a woman was not mine...
Welcome home darling. Did you miss me? Wish to dwell in dear love? Touch my milklike skin. Feel the ocean. Lick my deepest. Hear the starry choir. Rip off this lace. That keeps me imprisoned. But beware of the enchantment. For my eroticism is oblivion. Old love lies deep you said. Deeper shall be the wound between your legs...... |
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Aux grandes âmes, les grands challenges.
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