Dungeon Fire
Spring echoed thought the leaves
whistle through the leaves
shape among the swine
zero design
caressed from the wish being blessed
stranger on the lips
temper the higher
radiate, the dungeon fire....
look at to close for call
shine on the boob
caress with the lips
purse thought with hips
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