And he told me that I'd done alright
And he kissed me till the morning light, the morning light,
And he kissed me till the morning light,
Sampson.
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- A 23-year-old feminist and science student based in Melbourne, intrigued by personal style and inspired by moodboards. Email me: pentlandadele@gmail.com
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