I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, — Cecilia Llompart, The Wingless
I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, — Cecilia Llompart, The Wingless
I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, — Cecilia Llompart, The Wingless
I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, — Cecilia Llompart, The Wingless
I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, — Cecilia Llompart, The Wingless
I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, — Cecilia Llompart, The Wingless
I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, — Cecilia Llompart, The Wingless
I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, — Cecilia Llompart, The Wingless
I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, — Cecilia Llompart, The Wingless
I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, — Cecilia Llompart, The Wingless
I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, — Cecilia Llompart, The Wingless
I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, — Cecilia Llompart, The Wingless
I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, — Cecilia Llompart, The Wingless
I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, — Cecilia Llompart, The Wingless
I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, — Cecilia Llompart, The Wingless
I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, — Cecilia Llompart, The Wingless
I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, — Cecilia Llompart, The Wingless
I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, — Cecilia Llompart, The Wingless
I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, — Cecilia Llompart, The Wingless
I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, — Cecilia Llompart, The Wingless
I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, — Cecilia Llompart, The Wingless
I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, — Cecilia Llompart, The Wingless
I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, — Cecilia Llompart, The Wingless
I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, — Cecilia Llompart, The Wingless
I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, — Cecilia Llompart, The Wingless
I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, — Cecilia Llompart, The Wingless
I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, — Cecilia Llompart, The Wingless
I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, — Cecilia Llompart, The Wingless
I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, — Cecilia Llompart, The Wingless
I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, — Cecilia Llompart, The Wingless
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I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, white birds.

— Cecilia Llompart, The Wingless
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