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OF this I,m sure:

OF this I,m sure:       my hands

     are

little hammers pontificating on your head
a hard oval split and cumming of your tender blood
i wonder maybe why you don't try(atleast)to move
a bit. shift maybe slightly. but i don't think you can
so i guess

    i    will maybe

          keep maybe

yes(iwill)

               keep gently


    smashingyourface


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