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My voice sounds like shit today, so I whispered some poetry of Catullus into the microphone: Ad Lesbiam.
I'm whispering Latin love poetry to you. The poetry of thousands of kisses. It isn't even the naughty stuff. Not yet.
I'm whispering Latin love poetry to you. The poetry of thousands of kisses. It isn't even the naughty stuff. Not yet.
