I **** like a fairy
on funghi:
If a fun guy could happen
to *** by briny waves
ridden turned wastewater
that only perverts could swallow,
and turn rough like a flagellant
Beating against being submerged,
with wings going like mad, and hurt
charting pain like a map on the
body as it lay gasping, oars
grasping for dry land.
My luck lies fairly
on the one guy
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 11:34 PM UTC
I **** like a fairy
on funghi:
If a fun guy could happen
to *** by briny waves
ridden turned wastewater
that only perverts could swallow,
and turn rough like a flagellant
Beating against being submerged,
with wings going like mad, and hurt
charting pain like a map on the
body as it lay gasping, oars
grasping for dry land.
My luck lies fairly
on the one guy
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