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Aug 2021
What was I up to while we were locked-in?
I was busy contemplating sin.
I had months and months of moments to spend,
Ms chaste without, misdeeds within.

Lust, like seasickness - upends reason
and it burns like underbrush fuel.
So dust my DNA, and ID my ***** dreamin'
am I guilty of breaking some rule?
who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? (the Shadow & Santa Clause)
Anais Vionet
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Anais Vionet  21/F/U.S.
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