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i gots perfect vision

. i kept mine duke's digits unto mineself mine eyne i had no control mine poetic think'd yesss and again i rush'd home tuh pictate whut mine beheld she wore thuh soft camisole top with spaghetti stringz loose blatantly loose and over hern bent front mine see tap

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