forest_of_need
Death of a Rose
mingle
your
scent
upon
my
lips
,
taste
the
air
you
breathe
,
heated
of
pulsations
perfected
,
heart
racing
towards
culmination,
slide
of
skin
,
master
of
forethought,
instint
indirect
.
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BSC
"
instinct
"
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...
mahayana
can't
see
the
forest
for
the
needs
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