My heart continues to break …

“In secret we met— In silence I grieve That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee?— With>

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I’m embarrassed to say I miss Mr. Guerre. He told me he loved me. He stroked my head. He begged me. He made love to me. He fucked me. He>

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