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under ashen-sky temptation rose the beastly breeze of her full glass— where hurricanes hunt, no backs get turned, and the God’s pray for rain— and she sipped, tasted saltine sin. |
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ahh...i see you already have
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thank you bastet, just a quick scribble :)
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