Lusting breathlessly a darker shade with inuendos deafening the silence, in my quarters penning erotic quartos, of my sins in fours. Hosting my ghost, lost in the shadows behinds the walls closing in silently, up to my musing in the inkwell archives, of magenta lips with seductive fingers. With whispering venting from the dark from my weary mind's bag of tomes, in recesses of
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