I am spying myself with the tongue on the roof of my mouth, I am looking for you on my papillae, I am bruising on my own canine so I can pull you out of my blood. And I am crossing. A wooden cross. Ebony cross, how the Devil likes it. You trained me to play on the flanks, but I want to play on the first row, as it suits a spy best. You dug my ditch while I was reading Sun Tzu. I am spying on you …
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