Music and sex…
The face oppressed on
the marble floor, soft as…
Voices, voices.
Only voices…
It seems someone is dead,
leaving the acrid smell of
solitude.
The face oppressed on
the marble floor, soft as…
Voices, voices.
Only voices…
It seems someone is dead,
leaving the acrid smell of
solitude.
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