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  1. WINNER - 65310635 - not-logged-in-f3ab68528fe826bcbfde
  2. 65317873 - not-logged-in-21871a63820130cc7149
  3. 65321591 - not-logged-in-e5ba86c97274f79b1025
  4. 65322834 - Preacher357
  5. 65324545 - not-logged-in-04353f4f5e768643e866
  6. 65326508 - not-logged-in-6a03f183c611976f97bf
  7. 65329992 - LibrarianDiva
  8. 65367738 - not-logged-in-10d9db019ddbe66b9512

WINNER - 65310635 - not-logged-in-f3ab68528fe826bcbfde

Because stags jump in the tapestries
And the hunters embrace in the magic grove
And I see your hair unfolded in a glass
Falling about your breasts, wild and profane,
I sacrifice the past where I have lived.
Now ferns are growing on the landing stage.

The past is martyred. I can only yawn.
You are the vase desire fills, nourishing
Flowers oblivious to the Autumn,
Images which draw my scattered senses
Toward your body and intelligence.
The beasts of love are hunted by our kiss

2nd October.

65317873 - not-logged-in-21871a63820130cc7149

Because stags jump in the tapestries
And the hunters embrace in the magic grove
And I see your hair unfolded in a glass
Falling about your breasts, wild and profane
I sacrifice the past where I have lived
Now ferns are growing on the landing stage.

The past is martyred. I can only yawn.
You are the case desire fills, nourishing
flowers, oblivious to the Autumn
Images which draw my scattered senses
Toward your body and intelligence.
The beasts of love are hunted by our kiss.

2nd October

65321591 - not-logged-in-e5ba86c97274f79b1025

Because stags jump in the tapestries
And the hunters embrace the in the magic grove
And I see your hair unfolded in a glass
Falling about your breasts, wild and profane,
I sacrifice the past where I have lived.
Now ferns are growing on the landing stage.

The past is martyred. I can only yawn.
You are the vase desire fills, nourishing
Flowers oblivious to the Autumn,
Images which draw my scattered senses
Toward your body and intelligence.
The beasts of love are hunted by our kiss

2nd October

65322834 - Preacher357

Because stags jump in the tapestries
And the hunters embrace in the magic grove
And I see your hair unfolded in a glass
Falling about your breasts, wild and profane,
I sacrifice the past where I have lined.
Now ferns are growing on the landing stage.

The past is martyred. I can only yawn.
You are the vase desire fills, nourishing
Flowers oblivious to the Autumn,
Images which draw my scattered senses
Toward your body and intelligence.
The hearts of love are hunted by our bliss

2nd October

65324545 - not-logged-in-04353f4f5e768643e866

Because stags jump in the tapestries
And the hunters embrace in the magic grove
And I see your hair unfolded in a glass
falling about your breasts, wild and profane,
I sacrifice the past where I have lived.
Now ferns are growing on the landing stage.

The past is martyred. I can only yawn.
You are the vase desire fell, nourishing
flowers to the Autumn,
Images which draw my scattered senses
Toward your body and intelligence.
The beasts of love are hunted by your kiss.

2nd October

65326508 - not-logged-in-6a03f183c611976f97bf

Because stags jump in the tapestries
And the hunters embrace in the magic grove
And I see your hair unfolded in a glass
Talking about your breasts, wild and profane,
I sacrifice the past where I have lived.
Now ferns are growing on the landing stage.

The past is martyred. I can only yawn.
You are the vase desire fills, nourishing
Flowers oblivious to the Autumn,
Images which draw my scattered senses
Toward your body and intelligence.
The beasts of love are hunted by our bliss.

2nd October

65329992 - LibrarianDiva

Because stags jump in the tapestries
And the hunters embrace in the magic grove
And I see your hair unfolded in a glass
Falling about your breasts, wild and profane,
I sacrifice the past where I have lived.
Now ferns are growing on the landing stage.

The past is martyred. I can only yawn.
You are the rare desire fills, nourishing
Flowers oblivious to the Autumn,
Images which draw my scattered senses
Toward your body and intelligence.
The beasts of love are hunted by our kiss
2nd October

65367738 - not-logged-in-10d9db019ddbe66b9512

Because stags jump in the tapestines
And the hunters embrace in the magic grove
And I see your hair unfolded in a glass
Falling about your breasts, wild and profane,
I sacrifice the past where I have lived.
Now ( are growing on the landing stage.
The past is martyred. I can only yawn.
You are the rare desire ,
Flowers oblivious to the Autumn,
Images with show my scaltered senses
Toward your body and intelligence.
The of love are by our

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