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Firecracker Suite

Swirl finger
Slip tongue
Infrared jungle
Madness divine.

This springs
Blues notations
All along
My spine.

When she
Is rocking
My cradle
Is bare

And when
She is rolling
I ain't
Going nowhere.

All is
The number
My finger
Snap blues

And heavy
No burden
When cumming
With you.

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