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so endlessly sleepy you sway and stare at translucent strings slowly dancing on your skin, sighing in submission to glistening sirens taking you deep into consuming dreams.
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now a hint of smile in hysteria, broken toys make such good submissives when they play the role so well, don’t they? The subtle push and pull of your incessant waning, waxing poetic without the decency to shine in authentic light.
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sweetly entertaining and delightfully submissive so wonderfully seductive, won’t you feel all around such luscious prizes hands squeezing meticulously deeper in smooth skin
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nothing quite matters anymore, and this freedom of thought is a blanket that keeps me warm and safe forever.
