to run though the castle halls hath the dark hours sided by my princess. luminosity glows unto the soul projected outward by stars. scented warmly like a cinnamon vallina waffle cone. we pour our spatial contents limb to limb. Tied by string the love unfurrowed unable to question the pit of an eye.
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