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lust preserved in amber

being able to smell it

i look forward to reading this later when i’ll actually understand it

duchess light your candle

some mild groveling

interlocutrix

fallen, as we were

for one sip of that water

due to the urgent need

the last parched instant

bronze bronze bronze

lyre lyre lyre

take your clouds your rain

drawn to the perceived simplicity

inside the opaque empire

this would make an awesome tweet

her database is full of ghosts

an illusion no

and nothing that we did will follow