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Claws&Cacti

LECTURAS 99
Votos 12
Partes 18
Hora 8m

LECTURAS 99
Votos 12
Partes 18
Hora 8m

alone poetry solace

She has thorns for self defence.
The water within her is her vulnerability,her source of life.
Her thorns can be cut... So she unleashes her Claws. 🐅Todos los derechos reservados

alone poetry solace

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