lehká holka
By Lydija_C
Words.
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Good Girl
I keep myself to myself, I smell the gulaš in her kitchen she cooks daily, her children fight but her husband says nothing.
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Atrophy
Sometimes, when you are reading, I hold my own mess up to the light ' steal a look in secret.
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