Standing under the roofs overhang.
Your head under the softener,
and fascia work.
As long as it rains on you, only on.
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Open it is stealth.
And you smile, thought not high enough.
The red bird on the tree.
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Being pimped a punk is punked by a punk.
Have you ever seen one get dicked down?
The smell of K.Y.....jelly in your cell is over whelming.
Raw the smell of spunk mens cum and ass.
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Hurry put the flap back over my head
I forget
now, more and more.
I don't like talking about that, I thought
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I have been approached by some as to why,
as to why it may read as Shakespeare.
Emily Dickinson, Sara Teasedale, extraordinary,
etcetera, etcetera.
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Heaven I heave at her back
sit on me
as the moon floats above I am drawn
deeply in and pushed out
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How it makes her shudder.
He groans out as.
Shooting stars that do.
Moist the pond is often dry.
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When I like you possess that fear,
then I perhaps.
It like you, must I like that you see.
Perhaps it's not,
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