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Thievery
In sins sweet thievery, the manifestation of your lust; I crave to coax, splashing upon my lips and tongue. Enslaved to you, my wanderlust of treasure, myself as your host . As if it's made from all things much like glitter and gold; divulging of every sparkling drop.
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