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Post by dragonyear on Mar 27, 2011 21:45:34 GMT -8
This boy's budget is tight So I reside indoors on this night My favorite poets are out living their lives The devil in me would capture them Force them to write I present you with ink, quill and scroll Fill my empty cup with drops of the soul So that I may languish each spiraling ripple Bear everything for me That I may suckle your sweet nipple Spawn something truly exquisite Save yourself enslavement of a most sadistic visit Whats it going to take to shake you from sober days Bite into your neck with my passion Fucking you so savagely it stirs you deeply from malaise
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