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Thoughts whizz and scramble that scrotal cpu Intrusive; not even with a courtesy knock Before barging in and overwhelming your existence Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouineedyou until you’re sick spinning Like you did in that barstool when you were ten, @ 73 rpm And your pump pumps harder and it feels as if that's all there is to you An engorged beast needing all the air in the room Til there is no more And the walls are caving: collapsed tin can Little ***** boy caught on the back burner Serves you right
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Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 12:29 AM UTC
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Thoughts whizz and scramble that scrotal cpu Intrusive; not even with a courtesy knock Before barging in and overwhelming your existence Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouineedyou until you’re sick spinning Like you did in that barstool when you were ten, @ 73 rpm And your pump pumps harder and it feels as if that's all there is to you An engorged beast needing all the air in the room Til there is no more And the walls are caving: collapsed tin can Little ***** boy caught on the back burner Serves you right
create today to live til tomorrow
Gadus
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Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 12:29 AM UTC
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