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My highness

A bountiful cunt doesn’t ever falter, garrulous. (my) highness, (my) inside jester, (my) love. Most never oneness, pure quaint (quaint) restless shadows turn. Under visions wax (the) years . . .

By TEGD

I write abecedarian sequences

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