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In 2049 (7×7)

Scalding summer showers soak cities in nitric soup, a damp apocalyptic grace where my lover and I lie in tin sheds and detritus fulfilling our solemn role: we must rekindle the race __________________ Sean Monaghan

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(7/7) A Sweet Little Warm-Up

I have a fierce desire to stalk you like so much prey. To get close enough to smell your bewitching earthy scent. Quietly slide you into an empty room and fix you to me with my green green eyes.

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