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Flickers
Flickers in my mind,
That is what you are.
Dancing images of eroticism.
Loneliness a symptom of this melody.
These characters in my head my only friends.
They sing, dance, and profess their love.
They cross the longest, deepest forests of cum.
Countless thousands of anime girls.
Countless reels of porn,
Some shocking, and some tame.
Darkness in my mind,
All hidden behind a smile.
Dancing...
Dancing...
Dancing...
Dancing...
Dancing images, and reels of tape.
That is what you are.
Dancing images of eroticism.
Loneliness a symptom of this melody.
These characters in my head my only friends.
They sing, dance, and profess their love.
They cross the longest, deepest forests of cum.
Countless thousands of anime girls.
Countless reels of porn,
Some shocking, and some tame.
Darkness in my mind,
All hidden behind a smile.
Dancing...
Dancing...
Dancing...
Dancing...
Dancing images, and reels of tape.
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