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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Adult · #1688077
Surrreal Poem
To when shook place my driven fiend?
Dare she speak her rind in certain time
To the dream off a sunken life that drowned in tender farce off a fixed design?

Tongue unleashed and rapt in lusty fire
Bright Lamia whip her winter neck in time of darkest night
Dressed to kill in red light street attire.
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