the night is decrepit. tempus, fuck it. i needed to know, now, i know. come closer. justice for the nonce, meng? cor, blimey. quiz me on vices, orthodoxies, proprieties, o seed of love!

the pier is rotting, your pretty feet, a saving grace. banish me to the realm of letters, imbibe regret with every oxford comma. nona, je ne regrette rien. pick a closure, better yet, no, not yet. quick, to the zoo, the elephants are crushing foxes!

xanadu, what brings you? amazing pout you concoct out of thin air. why quit this play of shadows, i’m salivating still. thou shalt not, kill kill kill!

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