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Thrones
I can only
h o p e
that,
the
K i n g s literature
is about my eyes.
She exhales
I inhale,
bowing to his
ever G r e a t n e s s
beating my h a n d s
red
if it pleases him so.
h o p e
that,
the
K i n g s literature
is about my eyes.
She exhales
I inhale,
bowing to his
ever G r e a t n e s s
beating my h a n d s
red
if it pleases him so.
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Thrones
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