Scenes
9 min 5 sec
I Feel Myself
ripe plum 2
Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle, and even your breasts smell of it. I go so far as to think that you own the universe. I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells - I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees. - Neruda
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