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Monday, October 3, 2022

Quadra oculta da Emília

Emília não matou o marido, não...
Não pegou no cutelo, não teve arrojo.
Apenas sonha com a doce prisão
e sofre estóica, abraça-o com nojo.
Posted by Rodrake at 11:54 PM
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