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And the dim hush of candlelight and whispered prosperity, were glued hands, concealed forbidden tremors and longing is a sin, dressed in silence, there lives a love that must never be spoken of.
By Madam MidnightAnd the dim hush of candlelight and whispered prosperity, were glued hands, concealed forbidden tremors and longing is a sin, dressed in silence, there lives a love that must never be spoken of.