How Deep My Dear?A Poem by Davidgeo.so what if henry every is my idol? the girdle girl my dick in hand and a job for the quartermaster by my captain I lie to protect until we come or at least a new disaster they pay us bits to scout bliss tits they make reason fore warned making able bodies explain cum dumpsters obtained to be sold for able men who come accross on wages crossing right hooks with the dirty cooks fighting merciless c***s killing accross spectrum
those frayed lines of absorption my dear friends? i just can't say... My ear's for abstraction i play to come it's fine attraction to see you die so vigorously for common place just watch tv © 2016 DavidgeoAuthor's Note
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