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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 ****** ****
๐‘ท๐’๐’๐’‚ ๐˜‰๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜บ
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๐‘ท๐’๐’๐’‚ ๐˜‰๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜บ  หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰
(หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰)   
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