Wandering around and yet known that I was there.

The bright strings coming down your face.

Does nothing but awake lust.

The white smile bring assurance of fun in the making.

You must be a scorpion to domisticate in order to survive.

Nothing will stop from integrating mystic souls into one.

Let me know what your next sting is.

I might be willing to suffer the concequences.

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