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Pressing, Against The Pricks

Dotting about land mines eyes half closed Asleep she seems while walking unto this edge.... Repulsion taking hold fey flags his juggernaut: jostling King snakes slithering past these planetoids searching for her lizard queen ? Demimonde's state of this union's address devil-may-care; and that he does dear dusty Acheron your systematic servitude touch'stone's, tour de force: stigmatic ellipses be genetic Your red rum rivers his macabre's subtle genre in another's, covert genocide their general assembly Standard-bearers taking oath they solemnly sware savoir-faire satyr's, satanic satellites: diphtheria's diplomacy love's night.

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