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Burn after reading p1.
1.
Light up a cig, tie a connecting rope
around your neck and ballsack, and then rub,
madly, while staring at your dog, a pet
who doesn’t know his name and is licking his balls.
Keep the track, till you're find dead by your best friend,
fucked up purple face, laying in the floor like shit,
all pallid white, with cum all over your left hand,
and drool running down from your mouth to your shirt.
Then, fuck; call the cops, cut the rope, fuck,
the whole show, a lot of tears involved,
everybody wants to weep but they feel stuck,
then, a single tear after which all cried.
there is nothing to understand about this mess,
it’s a shame, but everybody has a mind to tame.
Light up a cig, tie a connecting rope
around your neck and ballsack, and then rub,
madly, while staring at your dog, a pet
who doesn’t know his name and is licking his balls.
Keep the track, till you're find dead by your best friend,
fucked up purple face, laying in the floor like shit,
all pallid white, with cum all over your left hand,
and drool running down from your mouth to your shirt.
Then, fuck; call the cops, cut the rope, fuck,
the whole show, a lot of tears involved,
everybody wants to weep but they feel stuck,
then, a single tear after which all cried.
there is nothing to understand about this mess,
it’s a shame, but everybody has a mind to tame.
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