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Someone was yelling “take me off her,” it woke me up, G, id rather youd lay next to me, And nudged me, but someone was there, instead, werent they? What do you expect, G? Youre the domme of every subs dreams, and im the sub of every dommes dreams, Gravity pulling us together, bound i am, as a satellite to you, my muse, Child of the Moon, dont be surprised at your own radiance, now,

We’re a lesbian Mana, everyone wants to cut in on our discovered Love, its a space race