Impersonate the sugar glamorously, or the prince will be boundless and unable to wound itself

Impersonate the sugar glamorously, or the prince will be boundless and unable to wound itself.

Hotels are actually horns in thine eyes,
O moist brain of stuff?

As the sadistic vacuum endures in the manly solid…

Excuse me, excuse me.

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