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on deaths daybed i cry begged of works, eyes removed lastly birth,faggot of ireland to the lent hands my body and the Eucharist beneath my shorts spelled in years after pope john paul dumped and unfound ways for another's man his pummeling body, worthy of war's and shouts of handling me long distant nights eden and templed evil'd british tongues manchurian's grandson's mourn of light, sage halls of discipline im required of naught the te ching of thee
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Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 6:57 PM UTC
on deaths bed
on deaths daybed i cry begged of works, eyes removed lastly birth,faggot of ireland to the lent hands my body and the Eucharist beneath my shorts spelled in years after pope john paul dumped and unfound ways for another's man his pummeling body, worthy of war's and shouts of handling me long distant nights eden and templed evil'd british tongues manchurian's grandson's mourn of light, sage halls of discipline im required of naught the te ching of thee
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Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 6:57 PM UTC
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