In a silent, back booth Two, who've wrung each other dry of fire, Play with their cold food.
Few wonrds, but very potent. I love 'wrung each other dry of fire.' Hugs Anna xxx
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Few wonrds, but very potent. I love 'wrung each other dry of fire.' Hugs Anna xxx