The sun and the moon

His ill looking eye never confided in me

The cavity that lay in this chest is anything but morbid

Miles of grooves and fortresous i wish to sleep in him 

I should have taken her golden embrace

The sweet smell of Daffodil, How manipulative her offer be



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