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Crack the Sky The leopard slept in her collarbone, and we fucked at the dark end of the street, surrounded by buskers, bandits, poets, and lovers. It was a congregation of the broken, and her taste was the only prayer worth remembering
Crack the Sky The leopard slept in her collarbone, and we fucked at the dark end of the street, s...
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