Sometimes I feel wonderful. And sometimes I wish well. Where other days I am darkness. That reigns a forgotten realm. The shade soothes. you may not know me. The shade improves. my fascination. my sex. my lovely lies. I am a fit of forgotten figures. That lack every last lecture. I want to wallow in weeping wreaths. Paint them black and I will
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