He genuflects Foisted by esoteric scent Azalea , her favourite to earn a sheer mendacious nod memorable sweats be drenched
Hands dig glossy tussocks insouciant coarseness bleeds his flesh dripping romances
The epicurean tapes himself to a wall Tinnitus like a ghost woos feather dusting off his antique indulgences
Such peculiar taste he cultivates counting plaster strips from his inexorable will for trivial rawness.
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