Blue On Black
- LECTURES 21
- Votes 2
- Chapitres 2
Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture<5 mins
Dernière publication sam., août 24, 2019
"The human race tends to remember the abuses to which it has been subjected rather than the endearments. What's left of kisses? Wounds, however, leave scars."
― Bertolt Brecht
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