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Selfish
Acne scars are on my face,
they weigh and tilt it down.
Coffee hangs upon my breath,
so I don’t make a sound.
Angry thoughts are in my head,
so I try not to think.
But though my cock’s a single inch,
I’ll buy ten girls a drink.
they weigh and tilt it down.
Coffee hangs upon my breath,
so I don’t make a sound.
Angry thoughts are in my head,
so I try not to think.
But though my cock’s a single inch,
I’ll buy ten girls a drink.
Published 11th May 2014
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