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I disembowel the percolating revulsion, I
detonate the writhing wiles of lesions on the
cusp of a snafu: musicked, crackless, bleating
memes
Stickily sticking it in headlong, pouncing on
roughhewn morsels, pneumatic drilling with
my cock, duskily-dowsed torpor, nudgy
pique.
Would I be a thing? Defile me. I'm
insidiously warped, incanted, routed, smug,
blatant, edgily erect, dastardly lethargic,
mutely devious.
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