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passion

Member since 2002 · Posted 10 May 2002 · 2 comments

Drunk emboldened whispers drive lovers together Me : love, You: lust Cries and Moans. Arose still sex-inebriated but this lazy goddess wants everything easy: Time the world celebrated passion. Place existential beauty after fuck drive.

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[6] nentwined 12-May-02/8:24 PM Reply

interesting. I'm impressed with how awkward you made almost every single grouping of words. But I can't say I find that pleasant.

[7] horus8 11-Aug-02/10:23 PM Reply

sounds like something bacchus would salivate over and dode upon...therefore... you need help..call a friend or priest, or get drunk and commit, but do be careful...confess.CONFESS! or not..
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