Salivating on the Ouija yawning with omens of sin reflecting off polished nails as a shadow covets my skin silencing my pen With lips of moonlit tambourine and the rising of my joust as dusk seeps through cracks and the winged dracos appear over rafters and dust On the cusp of night dreams as my cock is charmed with a tongue of imagination as stars peek through my window
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