Kiss the lips upon me once, and I shall never tell. — Chrissy Moon, Sweet Faded Ink: A Poetry Collection
Kiss the lips upon me once, and I shall never tell. — Chrissy Moon, Sweet Faded Ink: A Poetry Collection
Kiss the lips upon me once, and I shall never tell. — Chrissy Moon, Sweet Faded Ink: A Poetry Collection
Kiss the lips upon me once, and I shall never tell. — Chrissy Moon, Sweet Faded Ink: A Poetry Collection
Kiss the lips upon me once, and I shall never tell. — Chrissy Moon, Sweet Faded Ink: A Poetry Collection
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Kiss the lips upon me once, and I shall never tell.

— Chrissy Moon, Sweet Faded Ink: A Poetry Collection
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