Bag of Spiders Dare
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the sick dare you defined
from the web of a sick mind
was so blindly, blatantly unkind.
the horde of spiders, squirming confined
with hairy legs heaving, churning, interwined
with dotted eyes blind and unaligned
all creepy, scary, touchy feelings, all combined
though so inclined,
to lance your purulent pussy mind
I declined.
Copyright © John Anderson | Year Posted 2023
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