Who’s Sleeping With Me Tonight
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I've been told that such sex can be risky
When I'm this saucy manner of frisky,
Yet it ain't bad extremes
Me desiring them dreams
'Cause I'm going to bed with Sir Whiskey.
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pearls
"One never knows which words will get to stay / or like those lives which don't work out, get thrown." — Sonnet 1
as is
coming through
conforming
maligna
- patched up
- mother will come back
- if i don’t die
- camouflage
- camouflage
- autumn fragment
- Got to Give
- If I Name Names
- Time for Trust
- Dangerously Learning
malices
- Destructive Creativity
- What They Want Seen
- Unrede Triolet
- Sunset Shot
- No Heir Apparently
- Got My Keys
- Slugabed
- Tutelage
- Eldritch Haunt
- Clean Cut
heptahedron
- To a Shared Scissure
- Relax
- Heptahedron’s Fugue
- Eulogia
- Zoom Rooming
- Tired Horses
- Journal Entry: Waste
- Shoreline, Looking East
- Come to Morrow
- Fresh Breath
denim weaver
- Enough Then
- Of a Cherished Collaboration
- Hers
- Hurt
- Won’t Be Long
- This May Hurt
- Keratoplasty
- Don’t Do That Again
- Straight up ahead
- As Composed
clarior e tenebris
- Sans Wallet
- Chance Glance
- On Not Being Her Fave
- Do Sacrifice
- Wanted
- Doze Thamn Lim’ricks
- Clean Sweep
- Faith’s Fave Temptation
- To Hunt the Biolet
- Campaign Signs
pearls 
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