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Frith Hilton

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Wet Passions.

It's a poem about what makes a man.

Muse

Muse: Renée Estella

Wet Passions

Let fore wit hill erupt
threads apt for battles
plait my rinsed thoughts
fit as a fiddle, your ill frog
let forthwith heal us beyond
I’ll be yours, so truly in fusion.

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