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Holding, Held (1/1)
"Will you hold me?" You whispered into his ear.
"Of course." He whispered back.
"Forever?"
"Until my wings fall."
My winged angel
"Will you hold me?" You whispered into his ear.
"Of course." He whispered back.
"Forever?"
"Until my wings fall."
My winged angel