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the sun is a done bun hon'. worry now, it can't be undone. hurry now, your pens and paper for fun. you know it's too soon to feel the flurry bow down to rend bones into red and vapor for fun. so **** my **** and call me cherry. pour the sherry one more time, I can feel the divine flesh and scrape her for fun. knives and saccharine, guns to blow the ***** off each and every one. don't worry hon', it's just for fun.
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Mar 15, 2022
Mar 15, 2022 at 4:15 PM UTC
Knives and Saccharine
the sun is a done bun hon'. worry now, it can't be undone. hurry now, your pens and paper for fun. you know it's too soon to feel the flurry bow down to rend bones into red and vapor for fun. so **** my **** and call me cherry. pour the sherry one more time, I can feel the divine flesh and scrape her for fun. knives and saccharine, guns to blow the ***** off each and every one. don't worry hon', it's just for fun.
RobertZorro
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Mar 15, 2022
Mar 15, 2022 at 4:15 PM UTC
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