His Lips Drink Water But His Heart

Kisses Are A Better Fate Than Wisdom.

By The Way, A Gendarme Assured Me This Is Not A Prison.

Love Is The Voice Under All Silences, The Hope Which Has No Opposite In Fear. . .

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