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I could complain if I felt the need wouldn't do me no goodI can't help the wickedness that festers in my headbut I've got to say I sorta feel I need to knead her breadMaybe the stitches should be removed I'd like to see the opening againbut because of the way the incision was made things are worse than they have ever beenMaybe you won't showyou might get mugged insteadmaybe you won't showyou might get mugged insteadDown her skin drips the language of loveI drink the juice of the tomato and I read her languid bookwalk naked in her backyard in a wild and wooly huntwalk naked in her backyard in a wild and wooly huntoh, that I were the glove on her hand I might touch her sloppy cunt From Letras Mania