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Oh yes! Bind and lock me up. He has declared me his, sound the trumpets and ready the chariots. oh Adam, my dear You kiss the lips of an adulterous and leave me cold; Mere words could never revive this decaying flesh. YOU'VE TAINTED THE ****** KILLED YOUR MANHOOD ...
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Jul 22, 2021
Jul 22, 2021 at 3:31 AM UTC
Purity in the hands of man: Baffling