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The journey from the mountains to the triangle of love... a symphony of kisses showered by cherry blossoms followed by an army of fingers carving those deadly curves , long way I must say , but adorned with mounds and glossy pupils. ..
Distracted by the landscapes I start drinking lust soaking my face on body nectars while I write history on these walls double written words to be specific... the ink of my tongue disappears and attractive pulses signal me that a storm is coming and that I must go in to continue this ceremony to a higher level