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THUSNELDA
these; bruised knuckles,
swollen head, faded speech,
staggerin' stamina, bad breaths,
you didn't need me to approach
you , not a wench;
one who knows not a taste
of your lips but whiffs of cigar,
whose hands hold...
swollen head, faded speech,
staggerin' stamina, bad breaths,
you didn't need me to approach
you , not a wench;
one who knows not a taste
of your lips but whiffs of cigar,
whose hands hold...
