Shootings Stars
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Ongoing
Last published Sat, Mar 22, 2014
how can i wish if my shooting starts is not here on my side lying down on my arms saying the sweeties words in world and kissing me on my lips hugging me tight like a bear .
The Day i met you was the
Luckiest day of my life.
and i bet you feel the Same.
at least i hope you do.
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