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Anni the badass Satan Slayer

I miss your booty Almost as much as i miss your boobies I want you more than i can comprehend These perverted thoughts i dont even pretend Theyre not all i think about all day Also i can honestly say I masturbate to her At a massive rate It blows my mind How one of a kind This georgious fucking girl is Please oh please will ya be my miss I swear ill be better to you Than anybody ever you never knew If you swear down youll be mine Ill bring you flowers on valentines Black roses that remind us of death and shit Ill make sure you are aways well lit High as a kite you know what i mean? And dispite of how crazy it seems, When i do finally greet death, Hopfully overdosed on some neat meth, I will be embraced by satan himself, BUT WHAT NO! WHATS THAT BEHIND THE SHELF?! Out flys a glorious Anni Chariot pulled by badass pegasi She pulls out her mighty scabard Slices and dices the decaying bastard wait wait went off track a bit That last part...didnt quite fit But im just obsessing Seriously not messing I want you so bad It makes me so mad I want you and all of you Im not queit sure what to do From there But i dont care. My one and only demand I just want to hold your hand
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alexander-zheludev
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Dec 5, 2017
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