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In the French Quarter, our distance get thin. / I smell your perfume, / What I think, my teeth to your skin. / A Bright Sun in the morning,by lotius 33 lines, 1 comment, on May 8 7:33 PM 2007. In Mildly Dark, Blood Feast, cold Sexual embrace
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Blackened with pride, and succumbing to anythingby 23 lines, on Dec 5 3:48 PM 2006. In mildly dark
