RED THREADS: The Kiss
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In solitude, I think of the taste of your lips. My longing is to touch you as you have touched my soul. Mad, our heads rolling through the clouds, letting go.
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In solitude, I think of the taste of your lips. My longing is to touch you as you have touched my soul. Mad, our heads rolling through the clouds, letting go.
