Falling Into Bed

Diaspora. Supposition. The astrology of your cock up my ass. Sealed orders. Improbability. Probability. Your reign of enactment has always risked a sordid backbone pervading every deep-rooted swallowing of pathos and regret. Sanctuary. Falling into bed.

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