Llorance, God, Llorance,
Youre a pain, youre a beauty youre my breath from time to time,
Let me melt, let me boil
Let float close to the sun,
You make me feel that way
Llorance, oh Llorance
Push me over
Expose me
Take off my skin
Take me out
Leave me in the river
Wrap me tight
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Not motherly love
RomanceAna's mother brought a few friends over one day, and she noticed a particularly beaitiful middle aged woman sitting with her mother, which made her curiously instantly as to who she was.
