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pristine what does that mean? a rumor upheld for this sin is dim bland as the bark of a death-meeting nun this crime, this vice makes vibration, thunder the salty stream swells from me like a skirt above a subway grate oh, you brutish (?) your teasing turns me into scarlet fever oils the image of Adonis of Adam, of Valentino with urgent squats(?) oh, i'm in a tizzy sweetling all evening i've been flipped on and off (on and off) my patience growing thinner