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Слушать(AI)Conviction IV
I like to get off with people,
I like to lie in their armsI like to be held and lightly kissed,
Safe from all alarms.
I like to laugh and be
With a beautiful kiss,
I tell you, in all the
There is no bliss like this.
Stevie Smith
Florence Margaret Smith, known as Stevie Smith (20 September 1902 – 7 March 1971), was an English poet and novelist. She was awarded the Cholmon
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