With a good measure of sin and perhaps, perhaps a cup of dark to give you solace in shadows of your smile and a grain of salt of wanderlust to fly away with me on wings of the howling wind Poetically like a spirit dripping lust from my velveteen sheen and my pulsing old cuss into your eyes of raven blue with two fingers of dry gin In shadows of your smile and a grain of salt a silhouette
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