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Tales of Torture Vol. V

Newton’s clicking balls, sway side to side.  
50 Newtons fall, they can run but cannot hide.  
This retractable sack is full, but soon that will change.  
The smack is dull.  
A crack in hull.  
The balloon now looks strange.  
A special hue of pink and blue,  
this pouch has lost it’s innards.  
The devil’s muse of slink abuse is vouched for by his sinners.
Written by Girthquake
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