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I permit myself a ****** season, so nothing corresponds with me- Minaret, moon and wall are all too sophisticated to stoop so low. But, the very dumb sands of the desert quiver and hiss towards my soul and drive my hips away from discretion and out towards the thrilling oblivion of you and me shameless and beyond.
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Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 10:56 PM UTC
Confused by Love's Manners
I permit myself a ****** season, so nothing corresponds with me- Minaret, moon and wall are all too sophisticated to stoop so low. But, the very dumb sands of the desert quiver and hiss towards my soul and drive my hips away from discretion and out towards the thrilling oblivion of you and me shameless and beyond.
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Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 10:56 PM UTC
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