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Tyrannical Mores
Sometimes ,a bit a tyrannical mores
Yet she has the ground of atmospheric
enchantments of enhancing, the romantic lip lock, coaster paved with
pace of mist, grounded with, Clements
Of nature and second of everything was waste of romantic senary, bulid the temptation of old age I, came closer to the chest of enternity
entered my victory, ensure the absorber, absorb the looks which I hold on till it lacked flaws of filtering the immortality of cherishing the beauty in the dark, such as absorbs the light from my eyelids, the sensation of morale poetry of reading lines from the under escaped pebbles plating my platters of violent roses sensation drake the nibble of such-like the adjusting way to home, seacher to take the tasteless tartly opening of the ears that lies ,so woe upon that undoubtedly suspense, preparing
the forth paramour enchands the uplifting thirsty, peered the enamoured of bit on the side face~

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