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my darling i will visit you in your boudoir tumescent Satan, I you, a goddess, your body-- the temple it was built for our hermetic union, two bodies entwined on the hearth, the argent moon looking on, clutching her vestal livery heathens, heathens! how can something so exquisite be a turpitude?
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May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 12:31 PM UTC
jeremiad
my darling i will visit you in your boudoir tumescent Satan, I you, a goddess, your body-- the temple it was built for our hermetic union, two bodies entwined on the hearth, the argent moon looking on, clutching her vestal livery heathens, heathens! how can something so exquisite be a turpitude?
this one is a short lamentation on homophobia, and how it's super ******* stupid when our union is the most beautiful thing in the world
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May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 12:31 PM UTC
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