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Reborn (Sequel to Wilting Roses)

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ЧИТАТЕЛЕЙ 323,255
Всего голосов 15,593
Части 28
Время 4h 3m

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I've had dreams of a garden. Dreams where I find myself weeping near a fountains edge. Where a pair of blue ocean eyes are my tormentor. The heartache is more than I can bare at times. Tears drown my sorrow as I wake late at night. Only his name escapes my lips every time I awake.Все права защищены

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