Tag: shell
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Plated congress
Fit for battle, lacking only foe and fitting standard We coupled, war-dressed, in armour, like Vandals. Our clanging visors; our sandwiched hands of iron undivided She moved with the inevitability of karma toward a smile Determined to curb it all a while. Between curtain wall and bed curtains, the stairs curved. Bumping gorgets Sword-lording corsets…
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