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How to stretch, these stupid wrinkles
right from the chest. Titties gone
and my pussy's price: Delievered away
like a package and point to say
She wore lipstick, and stockings red
Patiently I waited. I didn't dare
I wored it wonderfully. Tow my limp
Walking-cane. I pressume to ache
Bones colored: A young-child: I held
the tempest tonight. We serve the
servants, like a whip bent. Broken by...
dead skin.
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