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“I am become a sour woman, I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
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“I am become a sour woman, I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
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“I am become a sour woman, I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
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“I am become a sour woman, I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
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“I am become a sour woman, I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
Benny ga eens naar het SC topic en leg eens uit
“I am become a sour woman, I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
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“I am become a sour woman, I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
waarom?? Ik snap het wel hoor...quote:Op vrijdag 18 juni 2010 22:15 schreef Bellatrix het volgende:
Benny ga eens naar het SC topic en leg eens uit
Make love, not war ☮
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Op zaterdag 28 april 2012 00:09 schreef Klinkerbotsing het volgende:
Lieve jongeman ben jij. :@
Op woensdag 8 juli 2020 18:58 schreef PoezeligDing het volgende:
:* My one and only, master, king , whatever. THE ZER! O+
Lieve jongeman ben jij. :@
Op woensdag 8 juli 2020 18:58 schreef PoezeligDing het volgende:
:* My one and only, master, king , whatever. THE ZER! O+
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“I am become a sour woman, I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
82.
Op zaterdag 28 april 2012 00:09 schreef Klinkerbotsing het volgende:
Lieve jongeman ben jij. :@
Op woensdag 8 juli 2020 18:58 schreef PoezeligDing het volgende:
:* My one and only, master, king , whatever. THE ZER! O+
Lieve jongeman ben jij. :@
Op woensdag 8 juli 2020 18:58 schreef PoezeligDing het volgende:
:* My one and only, master, king , whatever. THE ZER! O+
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“I am become a sour woman, I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
Klopt geen kut van.
Op zaterdag 28 april 2012 00:09 schreef Klinkerbotsing het volgende:
Lieve jongeman ben jij. :@
Op woensdag 8 juli 2020 18:58 schreef PoezeligDing het volgende:
:* My one and only, master, king , whatever. THE ZER! O+
Lieve jongeman ben jij. :@
Op woensdag 8 juli 2020 18:58 schreef PoezeligDing het volgende:
:* My one and only, master, king , whatever. THE ZER! O+
Doet het nooit.quote:
“I am become a sour woman, I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
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“I am become a sour woman, I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
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“I am become a sour woman, I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
