pre-modernist

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By j-ay rose

cicerone! oh - cicerone tell me, how her berated brow will lift? did her heroes smite all that hector? for what? was it hedonic idealism, dear cicerone? pretty was not their fashion nor style with idiocy ceaselessly they defile their lips and mouths heckle, incessantly they knew better that... fingertip isn’t quite right when the fingertip is not your own

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