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control is gifted to those who can yield its power, its massive weight of dextrous complexities gliding in and out of webs so silkily tied behind endless facades.
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recognize the swelling uprising burning in your deepest desires, let them consume your fiery hands with rapid and intense bursts of my intense pleasure,
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nothing quite matters anymore, and this freedom of thought is a blanket that keeps me warm and safe forever.
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your happiness is my pleasure.
