my appetites are not as charming as the mainstream brow beat us with...
and although the spirit is willing...
the flesh is spongy and bruised...
and in the quiet of the night...
there is still one ember burning...
my appetites are not as charming as the mainstream brow beat us with...
and although the spirit is willing...
the flesh is spongy and bruised...
and in the quiet of the night...
there is still one ember burning...
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