Trench coat. Trenchant repentant chant of choirs
field of dice remote of shattered spine and the silt
rumbles
knocking chairs and chiaroscuro the rich pound virtue's mocker the daughter the reminders of Emily her pale
white breast is that the way her eye rolls wall eye to Satrean gaze the other's Debeauvoir
------------------First she hit him. Then hid him and rid him That was her book, and her ass showed as any provocation does. It's called power the power of ass. .. but that voice shld be said mellifluosly
Notes for yur
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Come to be bed baby
Come to bed baby please come to bed .
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