Tired of stop-gap romances po...
Tired of stop-gap romances posing as anonymous chat. Sick of weeps plucked from the beak of a wayward exult knocked about the cab's backseat with ribcage all akilter--newly-minted C-notes kicking up at the devil's heels-- his machine's outgoing message buoyant and detached: approach hither whorish silks that hang forward a rack of
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