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I've seen a young woman roistered with too much skin, She must calm herself down. Swaying through the pleasure of her own body How offensive the sight was for me I watched her with contempt as she emerge through the vapor that stains her lungs And drink until she become unaware of losing control of her body. I see how lucky I am, to not be born like the woman, who's unable to do so amusing things without having something to risk, without eyes poking through their whole being.
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Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 9:52 AM UTC
Life as a woman
I've seen a young woman roistered with too much skin, She must calm herself down. Swaying through the pleasure of her own body How offensive the sight was for me I watched her with contempt as she emerge through the vapor that stains her lungs And drink until she become unaware of losing control of her body. I see how lucky I am, to not be born like the woman, who's unable to do so amusing things without having something to risk, without eyes poking through their whole being.
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Mar 1, 2026 at 9:52 AM UTC
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