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beholden only unto thee
beholden only unto thee who art thy;the throbbing quark of
sated lust and thusly spent
and
spl
deya-
the vassal of my notes and insert your nice pain
like melodically sugary lush ventricles. a cane bent. stocks bearing
the gossamer fruit of your surly vinegar pleats
replete i in sticky coughs of light glowing pertinently of the vehicle
of your hips. in which i ride unruly and cold killing murder of
thighs all sweated and blithe and lithe. like a slick predator
pounce uneffortful sighs of dainty lace and so pink cotton
what ami?if not thy's?then:nothing,mymoistsnappingprose
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