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my naivete is one of my charms
theres different kinds of love
and exploding atom
under intense pressure
theres something really magical about him
and his dick smells of washing powder
men are sick of being used as baby machines
all night long
like music that hits you in the back passage
they have sharp beaks those birds
my skin turned inside out
blasted to smithereens
whap whap like the tardis
a real head banger
bed post bump
im a bit ditsy in real life
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