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[neglegens]

We clash as seductively as silver and gold in the chain of an oil-tycoon. With a touch that challenges me to fight back, and a kiss that counters my very ideal of perfection you press your hands in an impulse akin to repulsive desire. You were raised to convert my kind and I have grown to deteste yours. Only one thing unites our delicate psyches of

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