"The sick do not ask if the hand that smooths their pillow is pure, nor the dying care if the lips that touch their brow have known the kiss of sin."
Oscar Wilde, writer (1854-1900)
You said it was the way I looked at you played with your fingertips drowned in your eyes starving your skin you felt happiness again your ...
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