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There is a rage that rails against the cage of my domain.  The obscenities spew in frail poetic font. My anger crashes against the hunger for more. More than my existence and less of my petulance. I regret righting the wrongs of the wicked woven in my own immoral fiber. My roar ravages the whispered sweet nothings of winds that rip us apart. My bark confused by the bites that bruise my ill beating heart. Pebbled purple and black a badge upon my breasts lost in a false pledge of fidelity.  Carnal blades of betrayal beckon the beast of my desires. I rub against the invitation, a scathing balm on my nude needs as I purr in approval.   



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