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Shame you were busy Sweetie Though I went to a masquerade Ball Plied my trade As a medieval whore Behind the doors Of a gloomy castle Received a rose From a lovable rascal Lived, breathed, loved Not a minute was lost I only wish your lunchtime Had been as exciting as mine You were keeping […]

via Books — arwenaragornstar

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