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Splendour, opulence, fortune, glory, All these things the world covets, But the richest man in all the land won’t have that which he begets For he secured the hand of her; A maiden purer than first snow! He rode in on the stallion’s back to take his gift - unblemished glow She gave it up, without a sigh, She let him in where no man went, Where chaos lived inside her core; Infiltrated, savoured, spent.
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Mar 31, 2021
Mar 31, 2021 at 4:51 PM UTC
Great Aunt Alice