Your a FUCK to touch
Ignamic ingenius you, Work long with sexual prowess, It's the hypocracy that makes me Love you less. Life long faithfulness and only do I know. Fear peturbs me, before you get that blow. Orafice's profanity. Sawdust chokes my throat, Redeement at my hand- you no longer Gloat. No anger I hold 'genst you. God's love run through my Veins. But when grown, What Engenders your brains? You've forced a sticky place before, but this one takes the reins. Oppressive reason Utopic sperm no more. My own face made an eye sore. Your a fuck to touch.
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