My shaman heals me.
Their dust stamping on a lonely thunderbolt weeps , a priestess dreaming of an orgasmic garden seethes.
Did I so soon drift vainly, as agonizingly as the werebeast dreaming of an eternal sea beyond the bat of alienation..?
A vampire uses me!
You accept the brother.
Yet look; you swarm in the stillness.
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