bawdiness
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Facing the beast in the feast, plucked from the vine of this line my words bounce and scatter through rhyme, dripping with the dust and the grime of shriveling time. Firing from lakes as clouds sprinkle hellish grapes fly from the madness but sentences keep catching our capes. Shed the fear of whatever is here and escape into the caves where the hellfire craves whatever will burn, turning away from whatever you yearn. Give into the beast and fall through the nest as wickedly rain drips down you in pain, cursing the flesh.
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