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- An Erotic Ethic Error Portrait -I gave you to my desert'said ya' might be lost but not alone
I sold you to my prototypepropensity to scorn is mine to show, guess what?!
Move, spoof, overweightheat out of control.
Spring again, sin again, spittoom, chaosoverlappingdon't you step over ... the flood area.
So what's wrong witha little agonya harmless game between you, the servileand me, the destinywe love each other as we areso hateful and depraveda peaceful pack of pilancyin any damned direction ...
Could you pleasedance my dance?I do, we do, god for us.
Skin in skinflesh admits fleshlanguish for spittlebreath meets breathpushing lustinto sweatmagnificanetenderness.
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