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someday Oh, how I do love poetry. Anything and everything is possible. someday i will come for you and we will go away those left behind will talk about us our callous hearts our selfish desires fugitives, we will fuck our way free of them while fucking them over fucking convention fucking expectation fucking our hearts out like they knew we would like the said we would fucking will be our new religion you cock will be my communion my cunt will be your baptism and we will be happy like they knew we wouldn’t like the said we wouldn’t
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