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"Never again shall I ravage her body As if it was nothing more than a crypt, That I won the key to in gambling. Instead. I shall treat her flesh as if it were A temple. A temple that that I'd truly never Be worthy of. Of it's touch, it's grace."
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Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 7:42 AM UTC
Her Temple.
"Never again shall I ravage her body As if it was nothing more than a crypt, That I won the key to in gambling. Instead. I shall treat her flesh as if it were A temple. A temple that that I'd truly never Be worthy of. Of it's touch, it's grace."
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Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 7:42 AM UTC
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