Can i?

Masquerade of a submissive saturation, Scaffolds the criminal inside the sculpted shell- Tariff paid even by the zonked secret warehouse; Unlocks the unguarded closer to heaven- Sozzled eyes,Spacious truths The almost unaltered prehistoric moulds, Grips and grabs something deep inside the bisected binded bottom. The stranger place,the conceited trial, Always leaves me forlorn. A voice deep inside- I want to escape,Can i?

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