The night came with…
swinging hips, heavy eyelids with darkmascara oozing stray dogs and owls, whooo lost their taste for rodents she finally left when the booze dried up and married men with potbellies who heard their wives calling
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hellfire
Art….. is the footprint of inner essence – James Carver
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