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Reserata Carcerem XXVI

love is not the tale of the cross; dark diction callous clichés draw, la-de-da limping of thorn-theme, snapping at cum renting spun spree love has never been an excuse; taunted track punctured passion prunes, masticated motive masks means, felon fashion trimmed by lips' spree neither is love hurled Utopia; throbbing thrills, hoisted hemisphere, dainty pastures, voluptuous vines, salient stream, vying vision dines love's a robe of many colours rarely worn on suiting attire. '20:06:27:16:10 Note: of lured love. Listen here:

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