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Your Memory
Your memory
becomes
the concubine.
To fulfil
her concupiscence,
she leans
on my shoulder.
Tousling my hair
And
nibbling my ear,
she
coaxes me...
Your memory
becomes
the concubine.
To fulfil
her concupiscence,
she leans
on my shoulder.
Tousling my hair
And
nibbling my ear,
she
coaxes me...
