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Dust

This viviparous wench, the serpents that fall from her take from her! Her skin is pale and dead. Watch as it falls from her, peels from her. How odd it must (feel) to become dust.

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scotty-b

Canadian

Published: Mar 21, 2012
LinesWords: 935

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