liked to cover my eyes not seeing my phallus, dying trailing dust and cobwebs. Wet caverns caught him, turning up in filthy cheap until you came and made me see the inconsistencies of past seed wasted in turbid and deep wells, the sadness of classes sedentary routine and thought I have. Lysergic acid trephining tissues that soul to discover its own light source of desire, spark words to misrepresent meaningless flower wrap of the crib of the beautiful, the sublime hot and I will certainly ... I crossed my edge and bend your warm flesh.
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