(Picture: Coco Fronsac)
Conjugue me, Federated
as at the time.
Conjugue me wrong,
To your tail to your kidneys. Squirting
the brink of fainting
"Especially do not say anything!"
defeats you my fluid you scoops.
And my pain coupled with the past, I will come
rot your bed with my vice.
Until the furrows parcheminent you, I'll
refugee, peddled as a chalice.
Conjugue me
slammed by your horse.
Clinging to what I have left
To you, to the heavens.
I want to cry my flesh sulfide. Especially
ensure that people fuss over, with their puritanical
frivolous to speculate. And so
crucified pleasure,
you kiss the one, full of cunning,
Until the confines of your lust,
Aura triumphed not without a sneer.
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