Don't blame my heart's appetite for how it chooses to feast, for my heart is a wild lover, an all-consuming beast. — Melody Lee, Moon Gypsy
Don't blame my heart's appetite for how it chooses to feast, for my heart is a wild lover, an all-consuming beast. — Melody Lee, Moon Gypsy
Don't blame my heart's appetite for how it chooses to feast, for my heart is a wild lover, an all-consuming beast. — Melody Lee, Moon Gypsy
Don't blame my heart's appetite for how it chooses to feast, for my heart is a wild lover, an all-consuming beast. — Melody Lee, Moon Gypsy
Don't blame my heart's appetite for how it chooses to feast, for my heart is a wild lover, an all-consuming beast. — Melody Lee, Moon Gypsy
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Don't blame my heart's appetite for how it chooses to feast, for my heart is a wild lover, an all-consuming beast.

— Melody Lee, Moon Gypsy
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