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In a contented manner she sits by the bonfire,
sanctimoniously thanking you for the hospitality,
her treacherous intentions as cold as the occasional
drafts of wind piercing your back.
You mistake the twinkle in her eyes
for pure warПоказать текст...
sanctimoniously thanking you for the hospitality,
her treacherous intentions as cold as the occasional
drafts of wind piercing your back.
You mistake the twinkle in her eyes
for pure warПоказать текст...
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