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Feb 2019
Lust is like the beautiful scent of a rose,
alluding you under the false pretense until you lose all your senses,
it will start to slowly linger until the ***** of its thorn becomes visible,
then lust will no longer be something you adore.
ghalya
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ghalya  22/F
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