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pour me out
poor little boy
who was reading
here
i
am
private box stalker

sorry fella
it
ain't me

my teeth
have shed
thier
skin
i
am
but an slither

that could never let you in


he fell off his bar stool
we stuck my ******
in
his
mouth

his baby kicked me
in
my
belly

well this was his brothers
milk
this
bar
stool
fella was drinking


we lifted up my skirt
tucked my ******* to the side
well
you
should
be able
to think
the rest


of
this write
...
..
.
*****
babies
...
..
.

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