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May 2020
Little blue baby feet are crawling towards you and the door is shut
GOO GOO GAH GAHH
It ***** on your blood and shrinks your body down to a prune,
The feeding season musnt
Be disturbed
Jay earnest
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Jay earnest  29/M/Socal
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