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Pleasures' Tools
Bodies used
Pleasures’ tools
Do as you please
Toss the rules
Life’s a game
Points don’t count
We all will die
It’s time to mount
Pleasures’ tools
Do as you please
Toss the rules
Life’s a game
Points don’t count
We all will die
It’s time to mount
Published 11th Jul 2021
| Edited 8th Aug 2021
Author's Note
A little philosophical thought from a demented mind.
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11th Jul 2021 2:39pm
11th Jul 2021 3:48pm
Anonymous
12th Jul 2021 1:19am
we all have that dark, seedy side of ourselves... I firmly believe.... nice highlight of that...
Anonymous
12th Jul 2021 8:58am
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