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i can never leave well enough alone. i refuse to substitute fine enough for best. i'll risk all four walls and the planets' strings just for a peek at the nape of your neck.
so will you run now? fleet-footed artemis' fawn fluttering upon the sylvan scene? i could do a backbend and recurve your supple thighs into a Mongol's bow and strum your sinewy strings to trembling. i would profess myself a traitor to my name, my skin, my birth, to every word i've ever uttered in thanatos confusion. but, i fear as i do with every key i stroke, every inkling i letter, every note i hum, that this will all fall on deaf and complacent ears.
where is my megaphone?
will you help me, when i ask? and, more importantly, when i don't?
so will you run now? fleet-footed artemis' fawn fluttering upon the sylvan scene? i could do a backbend and recurve your supple thighs into a Mongol's bow and strum your sinewy strings to trembling. i would profess myself a traitor to my name, my skin, my birth, to every word i've ever uttered in thanatos confusion. but, i fear as i do with every key i stroke, every inkling i letter, every note i hum, that this will all fall on deaf and complacent ears.
where is my megaphone?
will you help me, when i ask? and, more importantly, when i don't?