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If you crave discovering the pit of fire, shower the floor with your coverings and summon lust under white linen while my hungry eyes make a meal of you. Or, if you fantasize of glowing gates drenched in golden glory, keep silent prayers tucked under your tongue, and don’t let God hear you say my name.
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Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
The Real Book of Genesis
If you crave discovering the pit of fire, shower the floor with your coverings and summon lust under white linen while my hungry eyes make a meal of you. Or, if you fantasize of glowing gates drenched in golden glory, keep silent prayers tucked under your tongue, and don’t let God hear you say my name.
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Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
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