"De mes songes,tu t'enfuis à l'Aube. Ton parfum de groseille et de lilas. Je veux sentir tes longues boucles noir et me perdre dans tes yeux mauves brillants de larmes." Wolven strom the witcher
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IscrittoSeptember 23, 2022
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