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Rouxinol

To whom does love belong? I, the petulant creature who dwells through the streets of a flesh laden city, cannot imagine it in my life as well? At times I breathe, at times I shout, I can even grunt. Everything is mud, everything is pasture, and, amidst sighs of depravation, I've found her...
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