An Morrigan stands upon the hill
Her visions transform
Into waves of cascading traffic
She sends from her Throne
Yet, but a shade connected
To everyone else, I wander
Alone, desiring her, I
Would call domme morrigan
An Morrigan stands upon the hill
Her visions transform
Into waves of cascading traffic
She sends from her Throne
Yet, but a shade connected
To everyone else, I wander
Alone, desiring her, I
Would call domme morrigan
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