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Don’t even think you’re getting out of here alive. . Well, nobody does so we should seek pleasure. . What’s living without the intoxicating grip of lust? . A wellspring of despair. . Spilt me open with your tongue. . I’m trauma. Wrapped in Ivory lace with a citrus twist . Enter into this new realm Of endless possibilities And sufferings. . A wellspring of delight.
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Apr 6, 2024
Apr 6, 2024 at 7:23 AM UTC
Wellspring of despair
Don’t even think you’re getting out of here alive. . Well, nobody does so we should seek pleasure. . What’s living without the intoxicating grip of lust? . A wellspring of despair. . Spilt me open with your tongue. . I’m trauma. Wrapped in Ivory lace with a citrus twist . Enter into this new realm Of endless possibilities And sufferings. . A wellspring of delight.
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Apr 6, 2024
Apr 6, 2024 at 7:23 AM UTC
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