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[_babyy]

I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole. You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold. Oh what a contrast you were to the brutes in the halls. My timid young fingers held a decent animal.  Over the ramparts you tossed the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers. Tied to a brick. Sweet as a song. The years have been short but the

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[baby_face900]

love that song.

[_babyy]

love you.