The walk-in beckons moony and sass,...
The walk-in beckons moony and sass, make-out light quivers oblique in a far corner, all mornings be motionless akimbo in this albescent night, unhook the red-root view, oozing, more [i]or[/i] less stalky femme cantilevers out a inferior story window--it's true we're supported alone at one end, the other, "oceanic ego"
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