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Whoa, Nellie!
Bebauching me a moment with your decaying deli
as my lips tremble on your garden's fleur-de-lis
with innuendos from the mind's dark womb
and bread stone awakening your corpse
on all fours screaming, " Whoa, Nellie!"
debauching me a moment with your decaying deli
as my lips tremble on your garden's fleur-de-lis
with innuendos from the mind's dark womb
and bread stone awakening your corpse
on all fours screaming, " Whoa, Nellie!"
debauching me a moment with your decaying deli
Published 17th Jan 2024
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