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For his teeth seem for laughing round an apple.
There lurk no claws behind his fingers supple;
And God will grow no talons at his heels,
Nor antlers through the thickness of his curls.
There lurk no claws behind his fingers supple;
And God will grow no talons at his heels,
Nor antlers through the thickness of his curls.
Here’s my sweet hairless baby reaching out to boop the shoot through umbrella
October 3, 2025 at 9:41 PM
Here’s my sweet hairless baby reaching out to boop the shoot through umbrella