Beauty Herself Awakens Beneath A Wondrous Waterfall. She Thinks, U.N.I.T.Y.
Lovely Catwoman Called, Trinity.
Nudity That Tells A Male A Most Proper Tale.
Pale N Comparisons 2 Her Immense Magiks.
Mystics Of Ol' Have Sneakily Spoken So Well Of Trinity.
Destiny Currently Caters 2 Her Whims.
Times Now Shift As Her Casual Purrs Tickle The Winds Sweetly.
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