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Jan 2018
You fondly stroked my enormous tumor with whorishly-loving care
after I fell into a ditch 'cause I didn't know the ***** ditch was there
You took my wallet to buy for me a really expensive Christmas gift
'cause free of the ditch, you believed that I needed an emotional lift
But I know that I will not ever be cured of this upper leg limb limp,
as long as you turn tricks for your ***-whipping, queer ****** ****
𝘚𝘢𝘻𝘺 π—•π—²π—Ώπ—Ήπ—Άπ—»π˜€π—Έπ˜†
(Simpang Bedok, Singapore)   
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