Broad ShouldersI was told I have strong broad shoulders, the kind made to cry upon. I was given a soft heart, the kind to heal woes. My arms were crafted to cradle the hurt, the injured as they wept. My shoulders are damp with tears, the left is soaked with sorrow, the right flooded with greif. The place in the middle is drowned with the heartbreaken tears of lost love. I feel the pain of all of these tears as they stain the shoulders of my shirt. I hold softly to the maidens and soothe their troubled hearts. They leave me with dryed eyes and a damp shoulder, ready with hope for tomorroBroad Shoulders
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Pain is a privelage to man, and the ability to mask that pain is a true measure of a man
PAIN IS WEAKNESS LEAVING THE BODY
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Pain is a privelage to man, and the ability to mask that pain is a true measure of a man
PAIN IS WEAKNESS LEAVING THE BODY
pin-ups a great club with great work, check it out!!!
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Somethings that goes bump at night might just go bump in a dressing room o_O
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Pain is a privelage to man, and the ability to mask that pain is a true measure of a man
PAIN IS WEAKNESS LEAVING THE BODY
pin-ups a great club with great work, check it out!!!
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