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In the jungle night the young boy becomes a man

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you dance on your pole  and evoke dreams of  spilling spermatozoa into hairy places

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You love the

image of your bare *** in the mirror as you recount the days
of **** and *****

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I love the way you cry  

I love to seed your vacant soul with mine



you are my forever

I Iove your sense that you are my slave

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As you **** on the donkey's ****

I sense you  in your greatest glory

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You write poetry

Everyone likes your suffering

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