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a knuckled skull with no where to go made of mud and blood took a needle to sew made her during a blood moon her parts for pleasure some one to spoon did it in shadows so angels couldn't see fashioned detritus scraped a dead tree gave her toes and a small chin played a samba and shaped her thin after I wove her from spiritous mist she called me god i did insist i wanted her **** incantations and **** made to do the who-la resurrection did come in barbarous tongue enshrined truth on her head she animated and got out of bed who am I she begged to see my lover always i said with glee what is love she did inquire its feelings of warmth that do inspire where are they, where is it is it in this room i have nothing in me where does it loom i pulled down my pants she looked up with shock oh my god she cried what a beautiful **** she came at me unbridled and mad grabbed me and broke me and called me dad she starved for a stuffing and ****** like a pig huffing and puffing my **** got so big we lived together till I dropped dead she lives forever still waiting in bed
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Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 8:40 AM UTC
GOLEM
a knuckled skull with no where to go made of mud and blood took a needle to sew made her during a blood moon her parts for pleasure some one to spoon did it in shadows so angels couldn't see fashioned detritus scraped a dead tree gave her toes and a small chin played a samba and shaped her thin after I wove her from spiritous mist she called me god i did insist i wanted her **** incantations and **** made to do the who-la resurrection did come in barbarous tongue enshrined truth on her head she animated and got out of bed who am I she begged to see my lover always i said with glee what is love she did inquire its feelings of warmth that do inspire where are they, where is it is it in this room i have nothing in me where does it loom i pulled down my pants she looked up with shock oh my god she cried what a beautiful **** she came at me unbridled and mad grabbed me and broke me and called me dad she starved for a stuffing and ****** like a pig huffing and puffing my **** got so big we lived together till I dropped dead she lives forever still waiting in bed
In Jewish folklore, a golem is an animated anthropomorphic being that is magically created entirely from inanimate matter (specifically clay or mud).
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Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 8:40 AM UTC
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