Roots ; s.mendes

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Parts 11
Time 56m

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A rib cage lay in my fragile body, protecting nothing but a wilted rose and a shrivelled stem, there was no heart left to beat, no air left to breathe, nothing but the corpse of Piper's flower laying dead and alone inside of me.All Rights Reserved

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