It was a sordid night spent in a sweaty haze. we grabbed onto each other with avaricious lust. two wretched souls distorted, twisted in with pure white sheets. the peachful night snatched from the sleeping masses, taken by the debauched few. we were envious of their contentment, trying and searching for a small piece of our own. Misguided by pride
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i see what you've done there :)
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