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#lockin
What was I up to while we were locked-in? I was busy contemplating sin. I had months and months of moments to spend, Ms chaste without, misdeeds within. Lust, like seasickness - upends reason and it burns like underbrush fuel. So dust my DNA, and ID my ***** dreamin' am I guilty of breaking some rule?
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Aug 9, 2021
Aug 9, 2021 at 5:17 AM UTC
months of moments