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But, soft! What queer through yonder posting speaks! A faggot, sure, but what a way to be - Fat cock inside your ass until it squeaks, To gargle sperm inside your throat with glee. So lame! You jest a "thee" and balk at "thought" While mumbling through lips stuffed with pink, hard dick. I'll make you choke, you puffed-up sniv'ling cow. The thought of what you do, I retch - It's sick. Too bad you cannot write a line that's good: A line that flows, a phrase that is not crap. Just end this farce and cede, you know you should. My poem fucks you: dildo with a strap. Your anus, raw, a pulsing mass of rot, I thrust so hard, I'll rupture your g-spot.

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