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The Devil's Pencil
No more frost on the dew opening my eyes
with an essence of the quilted smoke
scorched-scented rose of lusting teasing lips
decadent thorns as nature's breath sleeps
thrusting deep, thirsting for twilight's promise
caressing the devil's pencil with my psalms
with an essence of the quilted smoke
scorched-scented rose of lusting teasing lips
decadent thorns as nature's breath sleeps
thrusting deep, thirsting for twilight's promise
caressing the devil's pencil with my psalms
Published 27th Oct 2023
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