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blood-whetted lips – many snatches bandered

Posted on March 31, 2016 by Frank

Tanka / Kyōka an old man in grey sword and staff in weary hands falling to his doom a creature twisted by hate triumphant and graced with gold odysseus loved no one so much as himself a stallion man! in … Continue reading →

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