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Cbartracks Grace

I spied Grace she was in a gentleman's club her moves so pure but am more enchanted by her disposition that inner purity radiating a paradox for one involved in such a service selling her flesh yet yearning for respect Many are the times shes had to cry alone asking God why do i have to do this.. do all these hungry eyes have to feast upon my sacred sanctuary for them to offer their filthy but desperate needed money I offered her a bottle of beer and partook the feast that never fills one hunger.. it only makes one more hungry than before I reminded her they say king Solomon had.. a harem with hundreds of concubines.. They all craved the attention of their king and if tomorrow is Judgement day grace.. remember to say that you were with me i ended spending the office petty cash... but i got at least to chat with lady grace At church next day cant concentrate images of a pure grace dancing as she was born keep.. keep invading my mind.. am attending this service for her with her in communion with her.. grace for if tomorrow is judgement day grace.. Cbartrakx cybartracks small worldwaters code 254

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