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ChartreuseBring a thousand miles of rusted gates. / Slurry upland and rest / by the prickly

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Dec 1, 2021

eat you wholeIf perchance to press lips blush with blood, beaded with sweat, throbbing with nerve endings, to the soft flesh and wispy, / invisible hairs of a peach. / If flagrant in the demonstrations of ecstasy, it was only because I couldn't pretend otherwise, rendered helpless in the sweetness and wetness of the nectar.

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Jul 16, 2020

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