I simmer in the revolt of expectation, lounging in the child-like intoxication of instantaneous obscenity; the glimmering corolla...
Depredating Self! Only a natural disaster, when touched by a lover...
Terminal singularly in memory, we lug the tragedy of fantasy and pick rejoice in the duplication of frivolous matrimony; the burning air...
Depredating Self! Only a natural disaster, when touched by a lover...
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