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whiteinside
Pockets like a mini roll got white inside Proffer me a proper hole, get right inside Red veins in my eyes, rode like I stole it In the coochie doing donuts, six trebling Thrusting faster than a bonus level, she trembling Don’t feed me after midnight, this Gremlins Don’t check my pockets, the soap is…
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Beddybyes
Half a hot chocolate to send me to bed Warm in my tummy as I lay down my head All outside silent, no word from my lip Softly off drifting gone who knows how long Who knows where, without a care Dreaming myself fairer Fairer draws, bolder gambols Bigger balls, longer pauses but Longer applauses.
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bulkbuy
I’m buking up for the comp Bong romp called the Iron Lung Crop from Boston, mouth of cotton I wanna be the first Irish champion I smoke the crop then the dust I want a bulging bag of chronic Parts to whole like Bionicle Trainer says shouldn’t get me hole If I win this, I…
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Gloamlifestolen
Men will get ‘ssaulted like medieval meat Not everyday, I’m not that man you meet Haunting dimly lit streets in Rometown’s east Rats feed, diseased fleas fleeing them Ripper, ridding London of priests.
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