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Aug 2018
Chasing, out of reach,
the pleasure you seek.
I ponder, could it be, my
technique? Greatness, our
aim, failure, to live amongst
those, who toil, in shame. Yet,
perhaps it is we, who dread
her challenge, the untamed.
Drive, to her chamber, feel
her unmask, her revenge,
impale, on your passion.
Maybe one day.
Nazim Rizvic
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Nazim Rizvic  21/M/Victoria, Australia
(21/M/Victoria, Australia)   
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