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In the audio recording you sent me An hour of touching yourself punishment for misbehavior you giggle and cry at the same time With a trembling whimper It's too late now, for a confession. We were never so honest, as our *** Violent, passionate suspending reality momentarily Life's one true sin, objectification. And now, you are a recording. Your eye begging Me, The Cuckoo Bird To Free you from your own fingers like the cuckoo bird My religion Only gave me one hour To howl, at passing time.
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 6:55 AM UTC
Cuckoo Bird
In the audio recording you sent me An hour of touching yourself punishment for misbehavior you giggle and cry at the same time With a trembling whimper It's too late now, for a confession. We were never so honest, as our *** Violent, passionate suspending reality momentarily Life's one true sin, objectification. And now, you are a recording. Your eye begging Me, The Cuckoo Bird To Free you from your own fingers like the cuckoo bird My religion Only gave me one hour To howl, at passing time.
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 6:55 AM UTC
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