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Incalcuable wolves in viscious hunger long in darkness and savagely rove the land for prey, their perverse fangs gripping and ripping in circumstances of Love! And to ye blood red and bell-shaped victims, the quarry of Temptation, indentured to realize days of sacrilege, all in a detestable binge of Lust; ye must be dismally fond of tyrannical pain, by virtue of not merely playing, but also being the game.
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Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 9:07 PM UTC
Predator Or Prey?
Incalcuable wolves in viscious hunger long in darkness and savagely rove the land for prey, their perverse fangs gripping and ripping in circumstances of Love! And to ye blood red and bell-shaped victims, the quarry of Temptation, indentured to realize days of sacrilege, all in a detestable binge of Lust; ye must be dismally fond of tyrannical pain, by virtue of not merely playing, but also being the game.
jamie-l-cantore
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Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 9:07 PM UTC
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