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Oh the fluid blood that flows Thick Dark Blue. Through tiny orifices. Plastic Metal Too. Forming words Thoughts Ideas. Scribbling on. Scratching at. Oh the things they've felt a hand gripping tight Forcing ink out of the tip Like a freshly popped zit Oozing and flowing freely. Or pre-cum on a raging ***** Dripping Tantalizing Suggesting. What may come of it? What masterpiece will be born?
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Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 5:11 PM UTC
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Oh the fluid blood that flows Thick Dark Blue. Through tiny orifices. Plastic Metal Too. Forming words Thoughts Ideas. Scribbling on. Scratching at. Oh the things they've felt a hand gripping tight Forcing ink out of the tip Like a freshly popped zit Oozing and flowing freely. Or pre-cum on a raging ***** Dripping Tantalizing Suggesting. What may come of it? What masterpiece will be born?
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Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 5:11 PM UTC
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