of making the towers of pain.
The woman she had homed into
the heart of one;.
She was quite warm,but had no
beauty of any treasures.
She elbowed a beauty of
uselessness.
Then she melted the sound of
making the tower of pleasures .
The man came but did not homed
into the home to her.
She became wept.
The man he had became freed.
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