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On that day my soul grew drunk The cooked curiosity craving The passion never slaving I crave the ****** sick spirit Instead I uncovered the affinity The vehemence smiled What could there be more purely piled? I crave the temptress, thirsty thing Suddenly, I heard some feeling My ambition, I could not awaken While I pondered, bibulous and forsaken I crave the tippling, touched target
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Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 10:49 AM UTC
Hooked.
On that day my soul grew drunk The cooked curiosity craving The passion never slaving I crave the ****** sick spirit Instead I uncovered the affinity The vehemence smiled What could there be more purely piled? I crave the temptress, thirsty thing Suddenly, I heard some feeling My ambition, I could not awaken While I pondered, bibulous and forsaken I crave the tippling, touched target
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persephonesalix
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17/Non-binary/NC
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 10:49 AM UTC
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