quilted cuddles
consuming fires
my longing weeps
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to love, is to ride a tiger. you have no choice once you get on to him. if you decide to get off, he will kill you. if you choose to ride on, well...hang on to your hat..this is gonna be one HELLUVA ride !!! woo hoooooooooo !!! :))
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