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dear mister
I weep, my faith in you is crushed
little need cock blocked causes anger
you think after all this time I don't know you
fleece the slaughter
they are real my feelings
shine your light elsewhere
it is becoming your jealousy
fucking like a rabbit
leftovers for the cause
I will be avenged in time
karma will see to it
dinner for two
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