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Come sleep with me: We won't make Love, Love will make us.

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As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the middle of the courtyard. (......more

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La Maga did not know that my kisses were like eyes which began to open up beyond her, and that I went along outside as if I saw a different concept of...more