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[tab id=1]Dust gathers at the feet of a broken belly,
The morning makes a shadowy blind entrance,
Smoke, the illusion of her sensuality, is amiss,
Dogs howl in the phantasmagoria of a soulful tangible ghost,
Smoke, the illusion of her sensuality is amiss.
Hymens, are tangible things.
gathers at the feet of a broken belly.[/tab]
[tab id=2]Lover, student, teacher, daughter. Holy mother of all Dragons.